I’ve tried to explain to her
what it is about you
that has gained such purchase in me.
The words I use
always seem insufficient
empty.

She asks if it’s because you’re nice
and I snort.
Nice does not enter into the equation.

I wish I were capable
of painting you
in a way that represents all that you are
or even half.
I wish I could convincingly portray you
in any medium
but you are beyond my skills.
You are beyond my senses.

Certainly, you are beyond
her ability to comprehend
and probably her desire to.
Someday she’ll understand
but by then
all my stuff
will probably be off the lawn.