Saturday, January 5, 2013
I see her maybe once a week. sometimes twice, depends on the depth of her mother's needs ... sad to write. she's starting to speak russian. calls me "grampa." her eyes are more beautiful than any picture can convey.
she's comfortable all the time. harm has not touched her. 4-1/2 years and counting.
and in my office are original pieces of art that remind me ...
remind me of homes not to be.
and what it feels like to be harmed too young.
the voices are never quiet.