Bitter-Sweet-Lullaby

She is like the sun of spring, like wind upon the water of life, a loving smile beaming through a crowd of hate. She is like a lilac-scented breeze, a laugh in a rain storm, she has been the comfort in my deepest hurts, the healing hand that never questioned my scars. Wheeling inside her is the beaming light of God, and humble as she blushes, simple as she smiles, she can not keep the light from pouring out of her. Her body knows beauty like mine knows the fight. Young fingers naturally curled over piano keys, violin stings, paint brushes and hands, gentle and purposeful, perfect. She never learned how to make a fist even thou