You levitate that weight
Like a miracle child
Your voice cavorts like a springtime Clarinet
Your eyes are soft and meek
But they look out from a place
That's felt such pressure
And your small frame
It was never weak.

You're a working woman
And I love to watch you work,
Watch your gears all turn
Hear your words unfurl
They are clear
And they're cute

Your pain
Is spun with certain grace
You might not agree
But I love the taste
Of the salt on your skin
You're so human
And I'm always in awe
Of your face.