Poet 
: 3
You were a quiet sunrise
slipping into my life—
first a hush, then a blush of light
that painted every ordinary thing
with wonder.
I have learned the weight of miracles
in the curve of your small hand
wrapped around my thumb;
felt whole worlds shift
each time you laughed
at something only you could see.
Know this:
When the sky unbuttons its rain,
I am the umbrella opening above you.
When the path ahead splits like pages,
my faith in you is the ink
that will not fade.
May you measure yourself
not by mirrors or milestones
but by the kindness you scatter
like dandelion seed.
And should the night ever feel
too heavy for your shoulders,
hear my love: a lighthouse pulse,
steady on the horizon,
guiding you back to calm.
I loved you before language,
before I even knew your name;
and I will love you beyond
every sunrise yet to come—
always, all ways,
my daughter, my shining one.