The Queen of Band-aids

I was born a sedentary cynic and I

have creaky bones and two decades on her but she

teaches me how to dance and how to cry and how to play and I 

have never known a more vivid world than the one that she 

dreams until it comes alive in her teddies across the bedroom floor. 

She is a diva that doesn’t suffer fools and I 

never really knew my worth until she

taught me how to love and how to laugh and how to let go and I 

will not forget her doll-hand’s desperate grasp around my finger. 

She is a daredevil comedian that’s scraped and bruised and I 

never really knew the meaning of comfort until she

curled up in my arms and fell asleep; 

breath trembling across my chest,

listening to my heartbeat. 

She doesn’t know she’s magic.