Do you know her?
If not, you’ve missed out.
She is light and grace,
Devoted to beings who can’t speak.
But she comes to me,
After all the days and nights I left her.
Generous and kind,
The woman depended on,
To hold the frightened dog or cat.
And she holds her mother as well.
Deserved or not.
Her empathy is all encompassing.
How did someone like me
Bring forth into the world
A being as perfect as she is?