Nothing is undoable.
No bridges burned.
No trolls barring the way.
All roads lead exactly where
|Asks Daddy for adjustments|
an I Want To Believe poster and a horse calendar.
What else does she need,
the world before her?
|Perhaps a carrot?|
Outdoors an entire tree in (a) bud. The flowers she picks
carry her mood inside. Both the Spring outside and in her step vibrate joy.
She sits porch-side and waves hello to the neighbors
(or their dogs. "Can I pet your dog?" she yells).
So happy to be here. So ready for more.
So full of hope. Life.
It's a privilege to be her mother.