One day I will hear the voice of unease
before her tears fall.
I will take her small hand, slow down,
allowing the ample time she demands
to reacquaint us with this lucky life.
And when I do,
we will see a neighbor
teaching her dog how to dance.
We will notice nervous new bird parents
racing to feed crying baby.
We will shut our eyes and pull that warm breeze
into our souls.
I will stay with her until we relax
and breathe deeply:
until we stubbornly insist
on being the we
we want to be.
