the view from up here

I can see her.

How she's growing. 

I'm proud of her,

of all that she's achieved. 

I can hear her sing,

just like she always did, 

in small places, 

with all her heart. 

I can smell her perfume. 

She smells like flowers, 

like fresh fruit in the morning. 

It's the smell of joy. 

I can almost taste it, 

the tea she drinks all nights,

when she's tired but not sleepy. 

Apples and cinnamon. 

But I can't feel her warmth.

I can't feel her touch, or hugs. 

I can't put her hair behind her ears. 

I can't kiss her. 

All I can do is watch her. 

Waiting. 

But she's the best view I ever had. 

So if you ask me, yes. 

I love the view from up here.