Little Girl, Part 2

Meant to include this with yesterday's post but forgot. Love this poem. Today making me think of my extraordinary parents, who were so there for us when we needed them.

XO

Eggs

We turn out

as tippy as

eggs. Legs

are an illusion.

We are held

as in a carton

if someone

loves us.

It's a pity

only loss

proves this.

--Kay Ryan, The New Yorker, August 6, 2012