… in a very uncomfortable place, she has been asked to sit, it is prickly and bumpy, she shifts and shovels all over the place to find the most comfortable position in the most uncomfortable seat. She can’t sit still for long, for it pricks, it hurts, it itches and it is just uncomfortable. It is difficult to relax, to rest, to concentrate for the environment is uncondusive. She tries, she really tries, to ignore the prickly seat and get on with the business of day. She succeeds for a while before the discomfort of the seat takes over, then she must rise and walk away to get some respite.
She returns, rearranges the seat, get some pillows, wedges to absorb the shock, she finds some comfort in between the bumps and she settles herself into it. She gets some temporary comfort and like a thorn in dry ground, she survive and thrive in a hostile ground.
She is a shinning star, a trojan, a jewel, she is rugged, she is resolute, she can swim in any water, she forces her way through dry ground, she survives in the desert. She will forever shine, her brightness can not be dimmed, she is assured in herself, she is a friend to all, but she needs no one to be, she already is, she is no respecter of person, she loves fervently, she is wise beyond her age, but she is still a child, seeking to fit her cute bum in the prickly seat.
She is my angel and forever she will be!
Beautiful Ivory 