Her Waterfall

From everything bad must come something better.
From everything better, something more perfect is yet to come.

That’s what she brought together.

Just erosion through rocks. Trouble, it must have felt when this occurred.
Then, heavy rain, from dark clouds. A perfect day ruined—possibly.

But here we stand, strong, feeling—this perfect waterfall.
What only had come from trouble, yet here we stand.

Could we word it any better from our mouths as in our hearts?

I do not know her like she does, like he does, or like you do. Knowingly, we embrace the difference, and each other—our common love.

Take your day and bring yourself joy, whichever way it comes.
Take your days like she took hers, and love. We’ve learned to love—we must.

As we sit a mile closer to the sun, we realize there’s always something higher—always something lower. Something to be…and something to continue.

It’s life, and love. Belief, and support.
Your child, our friend.
Forgiveness.
We realize that whatever this means, this means something different to everyone.

It’s giving, and embracing.
It is, and continues to be, everything she is.
2 strangers. 3 friends. And here we stand.
Creating everything we are.

“And no one else could ever show me how to see the world the way I see it now. I’ve never seen blue like that before.”

Fondly,
Tina and Macey