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When she looks at me,

her eyes, her smirk, lit from within

and above,

I see

a person I had never seen before I knew her.

But when she turns away,

I recognize

the side of her head

from pictures I have seen

as the face I use

to not face  anything

in front of me.

It is the side of the moon

turned away from

the Earth.

( did you know there are rivers,

gold and caves on that side/

I wanted to tell you but the timing

was never right)

How did she,

clever little daughter,

learn to make her cheek,

her nose,

flatten into

seriousness hidden

head on?

Sparkling eyes widely unseeable

from the side

I recognize

as my own.

-XOXO,