She Flies — She Believes In Everyone She Meets. {poetry}
She’s curious.
4 years old, teddy-bear kisses, falling asleep on long car rides.
She crawls under the covers from the bottom of the bed,
“Can I sleep with you tonight?”
She’s innocent.
6 years old, dandelion wishes, spinning with her arms out wide.
She throws her head back and she laughs and laughs,
“Daddy, watch me one more time.”
She’s fearless.
8 years old, rockstar dreams, private concerts for the world to see.
She shakes her hips and belts out the words,
She sings, and sings, and sings.
She’s hopeful.
10 years old, the best of friends, half a heart bracelet around her wrist so tight.
Pinky promise secrets and recess love,
She tells you everything is going to be all right.
She’s electric.
12 years old, questioning everything, not a single detail passes her by,
a tiny body with a gypsy soul,
Always asking, but why, but why, but why?
She’s blooming.
14 years old, ready to take on the world, she’s taught you everything you’ll ever know,
consuming your whole life the minute she was born,
One blink and you wonder, “Where’d my baby go?”
She’s emotional.
16 years old, up and down, her feelings worn proudly on her sleeve,
with a heart bigger than the ocean, and eyes deeper than the sea,
she believes in everyone she meets.
She’s magic.
18 years old, big city dreams, a head full of plans and a heart open wide,
she jumps from the branch, only to discover she’s always had wings,
she flies, and she flies, and she flies.
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