With azure eyes she looks at the world
consuming every moving thing,
every popping color
giggling at the little paper birds.
Her tiny fingers
wrap around mine
her soul, like a bird learning to fly
takes a few wary steps
then jumps into the realms of
She’s a tiny tinkle in this huge Andromeda.
a little green dot in a sea of fireflies.
another beautiful light-bubble
amidst a mad city of bokeh,
but she’s a star
and she’s doing a-okay
winning the world with her smile
jumping and sleeping and crying and
letting people know
she has arrived.