Monday, August 24, 2009

Caro Mia

For all your cynicism,
you love with the heart of
the innocent.

For all your cranky moods,
you cheer and lift
like no one I've ever met.

For all your humility,
your intellect thrills and informs,
you are my teacher.

And for all your woundedness
(aren't we all),
you let me heal you and in doing so
I heal myself.


you are.