She is a piece of my heart
Her life is precious
Her breath, her voice, her smile, her love
Her expectation filled eyes full of joy of living
Her unending cuteness, her every little joyous step
I love her deeply
I do not mind if ultimate truth is she is not mine or me
In this body and mind I am father
And in this body I care for her deeply
I cannot see her as a person without expression
I cannot see her as having been born not human
Her human birth is always divine
No matter what her mental shape
Isvara is me and knows my tears
and supports them
And the future is not my making but ours
And we shall sustain and maybe
Just a little maybe
A glimmer remains
OM
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