Friday, April 16, 2010

Ode to Kendra

I have five nieces and one nephew and I love them all dearly. Now I know that you are not supposed to have favorites but I do- my 9 y.o. niece Kendra.
You see Kendra was taken away from my sister who battled mental illness, and was raised by the Hale House until she was 2. Her loving and unrelenting grandma (my mother) fought to get custody and eventually Kendra came to live with us. Kendra is super smart, talented, kind and an overall good kid. But she is lacking one thing- a Father. Kendra doesn't know who her dad is and neither does my sister for that matter. She has many father figures, a grandpa & 3 uncles. But I try my best to show her more attention to help fill the void. Aunty B can't replace her father but I can make her to know that his absence doesn't make her any less special or loved.                                                  
(Kendra age 5, second from the left, with friends)



Budding Ballerina
New tights and a form fitting leotard are useless
without her magic silver-lined tutu
Puffs of tulle encircle her waist
as she poses timidly

Without her magic silver-lined tutu
she will not perform
As she poses timidly
I tell her she makes the tutu special

She will not perform unless
she knows she is the magic
I tell her she makes the tutu special
Her doubting eyes smile

She knows she is the magic
Puffs of tulle encircle her waist
Her doubting eyes smile
New tights and a form fitting leotard are useless

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