It is prayer,
her sharing and
my listening with interest
to the details
of her story—noticing her love
of the memory of the taste and feel
and look of a thing.
It is blessing,
her offering and
my attending in affection
and easy delight as I follow
the weavings and wanderings
of life through her eyes.
It is joy,
her gift of herself and
my receiving of her
in the beauty of her trust
and her growing freedom
to know herself loved.