Lisa

Child of my heart--
still growing into
the woman she will become.
I can feel it, see it happening
even when she can't.
Bruised, but never broken,
she rises and has no clue, quite yet,
how brightly she shines.
Morning-star glory,
she lightens everyone she touches.
On the cusp, almost ready to leap,
and wherever she flies
will be the right place
for her, for now.
We gave her a Christmas morning
and still, she is opening
her presents.
Her presence
makes my heart leap
and she
is love personified.