She was a child
with an old soul
who asked questions
and sought truth.

A girl who was
forever looking
up to the sky
with her arms
open wide
with gratitude
and grace.

She was that child
who reached for
stars, moonlight.

The girl who spoke
with kindness and truth.
An old soul who danced
in moonlight among stars.

She was the child
who cast shadows
in sunlight.

This is the woman
who chooses to make magic.
She is the one with
the ability to quietly
reshape puddles in ways
that make water dance.

 

Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. Janet prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.