She and the sun rise together,
Like twins, radiating warmth at 6.00am,
Shining and smiling and eager to glow,
And bright! Ain't she just.
She is a sage, her wisdom is natural
and easy and offered freely.
We are on a learning exchange.
Sometimes I wonder who is the parent here.
She mothers me too, I see myself in her ways.
Some bad, mostly good, I'm proud to say.
She is growing into herself and out of her clothes,
and she's into everything and out every chance she gets.
She loves treasure hunts on muddy trails.
Can pulls make sparkly trinkets and stones become precious,
But not as precious as her shining smiles and sparkling eyes
And her excited cries of "Look mummy, look!" are to me.
And even puddles are magic in her expanding world,
I wonder if a quiet splatt sounds like a giant wave crashing,
to her cute ears, her button nose tickling with droplets.
Quick to cry, quick to laugh, so in touch with herself.
And she touches me everyday, in my heart,
Where it counts, 1, 2, 3, and all the way up
to ten out of ten for happiness; Yes!
Even in cloudy weather, she is the shining sun.