She believes in magic that is true,
But her secret is in her gratitude.
Finding it in all the things,
The goods, the bads….and the in betweens.
The more you look on,
The more it may seem….
Magic is how, it can always be seen.
Gratitude for all her days.
She sits and counts….
All the magical ways.
I watch her moments,
One by one…
Wondering, will she whisper “I’m done”
Always the outside looking in,
Crying and laughing….
No idea how she’ll win.
Her voice,
That Seemed to give her, her wings.
To speak her truth...
And learn to sing.
To help her connect,
And to help her grow.
Her voice will take her,
Anywhere she wants to go.
Her health,
All mind, body, and soul.
Even when, it has taken its toll.
Shows up for her each and every day.
To give her life....
And help her stay.
Connected to healing,
And connected to source,
And connected to serving....
Others of course.
She stays connected in every part of her light.
By honoring her body...
And treating it right.
By feeding it all, the beautiful things.
She's like a vibrant butterfly...
Gaining her wings.
Watching her soar.
Authentic to her soul.
So many more adventures,
Waiting to explore.
If she were I….
And I were you…..
I tell you what I think I’d do.
I'd stop and ask her...
To show you the way.
And this is what….
If she were I ….
I would say…..
The secret to life,
I guess there’s a bit of a trick
It’s keeping the faith
And finding the maaaagiccc!
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