I watch her move across the tile
I see how beauty and grace is growing in her
I see how she is blooming right before our eyes
This girl is beauty of the most perfect kind
This seed of a woman is already fierce
She is growing and learning faster than I ever
believed possible
Her footing grows more confident every day
She has fear
She has pain
She has sadness and hurt
But this girl stands back up
She stands back up
She stands back up
and demands to be seen over and over again
She is all scraped knees and bruised elbows
She is painted in a myriad of colors
sunshine yellow, mossy greens, chalk dust blues and reds
Her laughter creates perfect sparkles in my vision
She is just beginning and yet I can see what is growing inside her
I can see the strength she has yet to unleash
I can feel the love she will one day give
I can hear the song her spirit will one day sing
And I just pray for the faith to help her see it all through
For one day this girl will let go of my hand
She will step into the light
She will walk away from me no longer with grace growing in her
She will be fully opened to the world
Her lines will be soft and full of power
This girl will forge a path that I can only begin to fathom
This girl will show me what it means to be a woman
One day I will have to force her protector to let her go
One day I will have to remind her he never can
And yet she will still move forward and away
I will watch as the knobby knees and messy hair
turn into beautiful long legs and a crown of beauty upon her
I will never be able to hold back the joyful tears
As she rises toward the sky
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