she knows how to be.

to give, to care.

to help, to lend.

it may seem bad,

but she’ll know.

she’ll know what to do,

how to handle it all.

how to cope when you feel you can’t any longer.

because you can feel happiness again.

she’ll know.

she knows how to comfort.

never a moment that she won’t pause her own story,

just to help you press play on your own.

the track may be running out,

you feel like it just can’t be replayed.

but she’ll know.

she’ll rewind the tape,

wipe away the past experience,

and teach you how to just press play.

she’ll know.

she knows what to say.

you might be blue and about to cry;

uncertain and filled with confusion.

but she’ll know.

she’ll know how to answer your call for advice.

doesn’t matter the subject.

doesn’t matter the time.

the right words will be said,

and you’ll be okay again.

she knows.

she knows how you feel, even before you do.

through the look in your eyes,

or the lack of emotion in your text messages,

which radiant with joy, always.

you may not understand why you’re down.

but she’ll know.

she’ll know from the moment your frown appears,

that life is getting you down.

that you feel upset, but not sure why.

that you might need to take time to make sense of it all.

she knows.

she knows that she doesn't know it all.

she knows that she may have to stop to think about the right answer.

she knows that sometimes, she just won’t have an answer.

she knows that she’ll have to disappoint sometimes.

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despite what she may not know,

she does know that when life hands you lemons,

you have to make lemonade.

and that when life hands you lemons again,

she knows to throw the lemonade on it

and smile.