Her innocence is still so raw
and beautiful
as she sits and colours so intensely
singing and making sounds depicting
spiderman
almost all in the lines
so specific and precise
her face as young as the new
fallen snow just outside
our window
hair is tossed and slightly
knotty as she sports her Tink
nightgown with bright
pink
soft and cozy socks
picking all the crayons out of
the
box
shoving back in the ones
that haven't been chosen to
colour her masterpeice.
so innocent and brave
speaking all the words that
venture to and from her thoughts
never really scared or
faltering from her
intentions
unknowing of all things
scary
this world
will
offer her
my mind wonders of the beauty
and love she could bring
to our planet
forgoing every influence
and challenge she will face
in
life
be still my love
be you
my dear
my caring
young innocent
child
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