At four years old she looks like a doll
with long limbs, thick beautiful hair.
A tiny face for a smile that grows
and grows, though her body stays
small as a baby. Her feet slipping
in and out of their sockets, her hips
invisible, her hands reaching
for her grandmother’s face.
Of course she understands love
better than doctors, her eyes
searching for her grandma’s kisses,
the faith that keeps her growing inside.
by Aoife Mannix