Steps wobbly but blissful

   A slow curve. A tiny hill.
One that asks to be climbed, walked.

   Small steps. Wobbly, perhaps a little,
still much to enjoy.

  Looking up, out into wide sky
and feeling so small. Yet I am so
very dear and important.

  So happy to have a moment
of peace. Acknowledging Jehovah's
great creations.

  Hmm. Blowing out my warm
breath into the cool night air. I giggle.
A little excited about how wonderful
and tingly I feel inside. As though
a star shining bright.

  So much bliss radiating from my
skin. No longer ashen but alabaster.
Uniquely sprinkled with freckles.

  Smile and be loved for that is what
I am giving you. Will you allow me to
give to you?