I view you like a daughter, a niece, a sister
I watch your achievments and I feel pride
I see your setbacks and it crushes me
I want to take you in, bundle you up
Tell you that you're loved, comb your hair
But from afar I can only supervise
I can hear you say "look, no hands!"
And it makes me smile when I see you laugh
A ball of energy yet so supressed and bound
You remind me of my younger self
So of course I adopted you, atleast, in a sense
I wonder how you're doing everyday
I hope for once theyre treating you OK
And when I see you next, my heart breaks
Remebering that nuturing directly
Is out of the question, who would listen to me?
Some crazy woman with mistaken identity
You're my honorary niece regardless
You're a good kid, a good egg, good news
I see the potential in you, as you grow
You will let go of the blanket and let your hands show
You should know, there are those that love you
Just not considered qualified to prove so