Love in the Whirlwind

Sitting on the solitary porch, the warm
 Spring breeze softly brushed across my face,
  The world buzzing around inside my head.


She entered the scene.
 Half whirling, half leaping.
  Three years old - a blend of angelic and attitude.


As if to break me free from the world's bondage 
 And draw me into her tiny world,
  She stopped, mid-whirl.
   Placing her small, warm hands on my cheeks,
    She pulled my face to hers.


Two words, uttered with intent and purity -
"Love you."


For that moment I was free.
 Oh, if that moment had been my last one on this earth.
  What bliss - that in that last moment's breath,
    I was completely and unconditionally loved by one.


written by Terra Anders for her sweet angel with attitude, Aubie Rea