Tickled bellies and pretty
purple giggles, braided hair
and rainbow painted toes. She parades
around the room in an intricate
dance of tiny waving arms and
half inch jumps off the floor.
And ends with a pose.
Her smile is bright as the light
that leads to heaven, her eyes
the sweetest candy but her tongue
can wage a war. A wave of a finger
and you are set in your place. She is
the alpha of her pack, a Queen on her
pink plushy throne, she is the lawmaker.
She moves confidently,
there has been little time
to be shown different. All she
knows is she is beautiful,
she is intelligent and she
is loved. They will never let her
forget that she is loved.
It’s more than her mother ever
received, but her father was given
in abundance. Two poles
whose experiences differ but
both agree she should be given
the universe. Her little hands
are strong enough to hold it.
She would wear it like a dress,
the brilliant colors of nebulas
and the super novae would orbit
around her. She would treat it with
care and with pride, like
the pink frilly tutu
she never takes off.
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