Wishes

When you see her cry
     you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth. Lovingly grasp her hand and dab its tip;  dry each tear as they come.
                                                           ­                 And ask each drop
                                                            ­                  why it'd leave
                                                           ­                 such beautiful eyes.

  If she wishes 
to be in the sky,
  tell her to go.
                              Take the sun ransom,
                              and replace its shining
                                    with her own.
             So you can see her every morning
                      and wish for her 
                           return each night.

When you see her scars
  both visible and non-
    touch each gently.
                                             And remind her
                               that each and every hurt
                                            she has survived,
                                                       ­                                 has only made her 
                                                                ­                   that much more unique;
                                                         ­                              that much stronger.

  Show her that she
  is a special person
and is worthy of love.
                        That she deserves the love
                                            she fears to give...
                                            show her so that
                                                            ­                     one day after you're gone
                                                            ­                      she can find the strength 
                                                                ­                    to go on without you.

    Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess 
far above worldly desires,
               that she is amazing,
                     for just being herself
                         for being that beautiful girl
                                                            ­                   who thinks herself damaged
                                                         ­                         when in truth she's just
                                                            ­                    a different kind of beautiful.

   And finally, love her.
  Like a boy loves a girl 
Till she finally remembers
 that that's what she is:   not a scar, not a goddess, not a star. But a girl.
                                                           ­                         That deserves to be loved.