Baubles And Bubbly

Day Four

Her creation was my ultimate gift to you, 

Although I'm guessing you never knew that. 

She arrived into the world with a gentle flutter of wings,

The quiet sweep of her gown and soundless shoes making a small house

Suddenly feel like the home you never knew you always needed.

Aladriel, daughter of grace and unwavering faith,

Even in those moments you let her down ,

Let her down in ways that might have moved tears forth from lesser women.

She was a lover, a rescuer, a fighter with strength that went beyond the obvious.

It is an even greater injustice that her nuances were lost on you,

You who sees in black and white, shades of grey only existing for disposable emotions,

I called you friend once, not an insignificant honor.

The only pieces of friendship remaining exist in her, 

The bejeweled snowflakes, the one she gave to you in feeble hopes

She might touch your heart in such a way it would melt,

Allowing her essence to be carried wherever you went. 

Aladriel, daughter of grace and confidence,

Brought into this world only for your love and existing on crumbs of admiration.

The moment when everyone around her saw beauty in Christmas, presents and cookies baking,

She saw only the light of something so much greater when your hand brushed hers.

Aladriel, daughter of grace and clad in the red of a rose,

Purity and wisdom wrapped in one existence, 

Defined within the burning fires of grace and songs of angels.

True beauty often lies within simplicity;

The true fire the simple, unforgettable moment the world stood still

While her bow-shaped lips clung to yours

Possessing the reason for her creation and the light of her existence.

Aladriel, daughter of grace and suspended in time,

Unwilling to admit there could be any moment worthy of her

Without you.