The tiny little fingers on these tiny little hands
hold my tiny faith together just like tiny rubber bands.
When I grow too tired of swimming, and I’ve drifted out to sea,
I feel her tiny eyes upon me, filled with curiosity.
She wants to see how best to handle the hard tasks that come my way,
she’ll strain to hear my distant words so she might know what she should say.
She watches from shore with bated breath as rolling waves wash over me…
I kick and stroke just that much harder and she remembers who she can be.
To my darling little girl,
May you never forget that you are magic, the keeper of wisdom, the giver of light, and the source of your own joy.