So now she's letting go
Breaking out the mold
There's land-a-ho
I can make it on my own
Breathing softens then
Grows some tougher skin
She can feel her feet
Lifting with the wind
She can see the changing leaves, and
She wears her heart on her sleeve, and
Says one little prayer as she drops to her knees,
She's got faith like a hurricane
Each one of them different, sometimes the same,
One is so shy she can't tell you her name,
The other outgoing, will say anything,
My two daughters, each one perfect to me.
One has more energy than her body can stand,
Moving, running, never resting or having a plan,
The most lovable and helpful when she feels the need,
My baby girl, so smart she could lead.
The other is quiet with a spark underneath,
Taking everything in, never wanting to be seen,
So loving and thoughtful, she wears her heart on her sleeve,
My oldest, through her eyes her soul you can see.
True love can be found in your child's sight,
Seeing you as someone, we only dream of at night,
Things we have missed, we can relive with them,
Having the honor of seeing life through curious eyes again.
Trivial things and sights that seem old,
Seen through their young eyes, renew stories told,
Age dulls the excitement of everyday life,
Through this tunnel of darkness, they are my light.
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