Everyone needs encouragement —
Some a little, some a lot.
I give oft and freely,
I dare think, introspectively,
Because I am the daughter of a narcissist.
He trained me early with his insist…
He picked me up in his muscley arms,
And did not say: “You are my little pretty,” charms,
But, “Look at me and my baby!”
Any encouragement I did receive
From others, I found reprieve —
I thank God for my angelic curly hair,
That brought admirers close, far, and here and there.
I give praise more oft than criticism,
But I am not afraid to give truth, in love and without cynicism —
You have to be bold,
You have to be courageous, truth learnt old!
But when given the opportunity, from God
I lavish praise I hope to not hoard!