here you are
standing right in front of me
growing up to be
so much like me
dramatic and goofy
craving attention and acceptance
little white lies
curious and emotional
confident yet conflicted
a better version than me
in you I can already see
and I forget
in the midst of all things boy
you in your beauty
you in your sweet spirit
need to be allowed to soar
need to be hugged
whispered to in your ear
so that you know
no one can take your gifts away
no one can take your worth
He has given you grace
He has washed you clean
you continue to be
a little Princess and the Pea
and yet
a little like sweet Orphan Annie
your spunk
your style
your grace
oh yes, who can forget that face!
my daughter
my mirror
my gem
my heart
