My Little Girl

she has the heart of a lion

and the face of a child

her eyes the color of cyan

when her emotions run wild

her skin, nearly translucent

lost in the words of a song

she was mine for a moment

and then, she was gone

an illusion of beauty

all wrapped up in her smile

a gift given to me

if for only awhile

content to fly freely

as if, just passing through

to tame her, unlikely

and she hasn't a clue

my world, counterfeit

without the love of this girl

I wouldn’t change a minute of it

not for the whole world

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I wrote this poem in honor of my youngest daughter. Watching her spread her wings and fly, becoming everything, she was meant to be, without fear, is inspirational.

I have the pleasure of being a front row spectator to the impact she is having on the world around her.

What a fabulous joy it is to become friends with such an incredible person, who just so happens, to call me mom.