To my lil one, who would be an amalgamation of my being, this one is for you,
I hope you smile bright with your heart, knowing you are in the hands that love you with a heart true,
I hope you laugh gallantly in rooms that try to make you feel small,
I hope you take care of yourself first, proudly, and not run around being at everyone’s beck and call.

I hope you don't dim your shine to make others feel comfortable in their own skin,
I hope you radiate the magnetic, weird, beautiful, confident, amazing being you are from within.
To my future daughter, may you never think your sensitivity is a burden that makes you weak,
I hope you know that your honesty and the ability to think deeply are a bounty gift too unfathomable for the meek.

I promise you will have a home where loud voices and banging doors won't have their presence hovering around,
You will be loved even when you break the glass that had its place nowhere to be found.
You will be cherished in the hues of unconditional love that runs deep in the crevices of my heart,
And when you are with me, nothing can tear your confidence apart.

You can dance, you can cry, you can fight, you can be enraged, and you can hold your head high,
In the true sense of your being, not in your achieving tendencies, your worth will lie.
I hope you know that your mom is chasing the zenith of her dreams, and so can you.
To my future daughter, may your smile never hide pain under its sinew.

I will love you with all my might and let your spirit belie to be free,
With light and freedom, to my future daughter, you can become whoever you want to be,
With grace, with rage, with trust, I wish for you to bloom,
To not just find your place at any table, but to radiate so blazingly,
That your light finds its true magnanimity in every room.

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