I will never hold her hand in mine again.
She will never feel sand between her toes or grass beneath her feet.
She will probably never play the piano (but I can’t either).
I have focused on the things she has lost.
This is the past. Let’s live in the now.
I hear her laugh everyday.
She tells me she loves me everyday.
She plays and has fun everyday.
She cuddles me all the time.
She tells me I look nice.
She smiles and embodies life.