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Lizzie

The sun is bright today.  Green runs over the park today.  I'm with Mom today.  I like being with Mom.  She makes me feel safe.  People walk by and stare at me.  I thirty-two.  They stare all my life. 

Mom says I got an extra chromo.  It makes me different.  I don't know what that means.  I am who I am.  I love the little people.  They smile at me.  They play.  They run.  They make me feel warm inside.  I like to feel warm inside.  I like dogs.  Their tails wag.  They bark.  They got cold noses. 

I go to school everyday.  Then I go to the kitchen.  I help older ladies give people lunch.  I like to help people.  These people smile at me.  I can't remember their names.  They don't wear nice clothes.  I am so lucky to have nice clothes.  Sometimes they don't sleep in the same place at night.  I sleep in the same bed every night.  I am lucky.  Sometimes they get sick and I don't see them.  Mom takes me to Dr Lucy when I get sick.  I am lucky.  Sometimes the nice people don't smell so good.  I am lucky to take a bath every night.

Hi, my name is Lizzie.  I like me.  I like my Mom and the ladies in the kitchen and Elle at school and Katie next door and Leslie my sister but I don't see her much cause she lives far away.  Did I tell you I like flowers?  They are pretty.  They smell pretty.  I like grass too.  I like to roll in the grass.  I like to smell grass after Mr Pete cuts it.  I like music.  I like people who sing music.  Mom doesn't like my music though. 

I am making a painting for Miss Betsy from the kitchen.  I have been working on it since there was snow on the ground.  Miss Betsy's granddaughter is real sick.  I want to give it to her.  This will make me feel warm inside.  I like to feel warm inside.

Mom says one day I will meet God.  But I think I meet God everyday.  If God is the person who makes everything, well then I think He leaves a piece of Himself in everything He makes.  The doggy, the grass,the flower, Mr Pete.  That's why I try to be nice to everybody.  Cause if God is as important as Mom says then I can't never be too sure cause I don't want Him to be mad at me but Mom says He probably wouldn't be mad at me cause I am different but I am not different cause I am who I am.

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Lizzie isn't a real person.  She isn't based upon a real person.  Lizzie has a tender heart.  She loves many things.  She is not complicated.  She sees the inherent good in all people.  She appreciates the simplest of things.  Lizzie has a beautiful heart.

I was experimenting with Lizzie to elicit a feeling of simplistic appreciation. 

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This made my day. Thank you so much!

Your comment made MY day Ria! How did you find my site?

Jeeze, I don't remember right now. I got it as a link from someone's page a week or two ago, and really have no idea who recommended you or what article I came in on. I just thought this entry was sublime and had to say so. I'm glad it made your day!

Oh, don't take that to mean I don't like the rest of your articles, I do! I love your site in general and intend to visit often. I find it just a wonderful place to go and ruminate. Very inspiring.

I love this piece on Lizzie...and her beautiful, simplistic heart Dave. Nice.

I really really like this piece, Dave!

Thanks so much Joy and Pete!

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