🪷 great blue heron

a poem for my beautifully atypical daughter, in her growing pains -- and also for my own past self

You didn’t ask to be different.
You only want to blend in—
but that takes all of your trying
and leaves your heart worn thin.

Amidst the chattering chickadees,
of course you feel out of place—
for you are a great blue heron,
growing quiet power and grace.

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Here she is taking in Kure Beach this past summer

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In the notebook

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