power of your presence
scorches my smallness….
how did I not see you
all these years
as you grew,
blossomed,
changed,
turned unrecognizable
and flew?
did I drink
in your benevolence
as you gave yourself away
drop-by-drop
pint-by-pint
and swelled
into the shape of oceans?
did I think
with closed eyes
seeing shapes
you’d outgrown
while you transformed
into butterflies
made of light?
power of your presence
mocks my awareness….
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/06/14/elis-comin/
Reena Saxena 
What a lovely poem Reena.
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Thank you so much!
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