My niece painted love in soft shades of knowing

It’s the 8th of March and I feel a deep happiness for the women in my life that I love. Today, it’s about a little woman, my niece.

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My niece spoke of love / a little person who said she loves her grandma and her grandpa / How does one know of love at two going on three / And the flourish with which her words / painted the air around her a rainbow / a brush stroke of ” I love them ” / made me see colours of hope for decades not yet drawn / that people will still program poems to love / like they journal the wind they cannot see, in formulae of physics / but her biology was a soft shade of knowing / as her lips trembled to say / what her heart felt.

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Watching her say that she wants to see her grandparents, who live abroad, because she loves them, was the highlight of my day. It made me wonder about her concept of love, as she wasn’t prompted to say this. It just spilled out of her, this beautiful feeling. ❤️