Perfect

Perfect.

She asks the smartest questions and doubts our answers.

She is that smart.

Who buried Paroah when he didnt drown in the red sea?

When he was sent back to egypt, who went with him?

She wonders.

When the redemption comes will we still give birth to babies?

And will people die?

She asks innocently how my grandmother survived my aunt?

"Did she visit her in the hospital?" She wanted to know.

And then she dreams in nightmares,

that only my own dark mind can understand.

We paint our dreams the same shades of black,

and I smile when she asks to say a prayer for sweet dreams.

You are my smartest weapon.

My greatest gift.

My truest love,

my first chance at motherhood,

and my smile...

I miss you painfully when you are at school.

I think of you always,

I see your face smiling at me,

mirroring mine...

and I love you endlessly.

I hope you had a great day at school today.

I prayed for it.