My niece Caoimhe (Kiva).
She is sixteen. She is half Spanish, half Irish. I like to think she looks Spanish but her heart’s Irish:) She is thoughtful and witty and the smartest sixteen year old I know. She loves re-runs of Blackadder and consumes books at lightning speed, (Harry Potter books do not stand a chance). She speaks two languages fluently and teaches English to kids in her spare time. She also speaks ‘Norn Irish’ which I think definitely counts as a third language. Her single, biggest passion in life is music. She knows more about music than most adults I know, and her itunes library spans the decades. She is a writer, and maybe one day would like to be a music journalist. I’ve told her she ‘IS’ going to be the editor of NME. I love how she sees the world. The world is a better place through her eyes. She is honest, calm and steady. And she is very much her own person already.
I miss our chats over coffee. I miss her.
There is only ever going to be one YOU Caoimhe. Let your heart fly.
“Stands on shifting sands
The scales held in her hands
The wind it just whips her and wails
And fills up her brigantine sails
She’ll carry on through it all
She’s a waterfall”