As cute as Kimani was climbing into the babydoll stroller, I had a feeling it would end badly. And sure enough after I took a whole slew of adorable photos, she decided to climb out. Before I could get to her she went head first, crashing to the floor. Oops.
This poem, written by RissaRoo, spoke to me. It said, "This is your daughter, this was her beginning."
after the storm
after the cold and chill
after the sky cracked open
and fell, crashing
with the weight of it all
after the darkness seemed certain
the sun broke through
tore wet curtains of gray asunder
and pierced every dark place
with saving light