I saw your smiling face
breathing out your finest talents
I saw the masses stop and stare in awe
at all your beauty and
the work of your hands
singin’ out blessing and what He gave you
it was such
a defining moment
in my pride
and humility.

I felt my heart lift as
I built off this happiness and intrigue
my eyes shine always when I see you become
admired, purely, completely
as you should be,
as you deserve to be
I always tipped my head
in confusion
to your shame.

I wanted to tell you
I decided to
of how great you sang and made the words
so free floating and swirling about in our ears and in the air
your craft was honed with every touch of grace
that a talent has been created to bear.

I stepped forward
with the honest words on my tongue
and I drew so close
but stopped.
I was held back
by worry and unnamed fear and a lack of certainy
and bravery.

I felt the praises freeze in my mouth
not escaping past
the walls of my teeth.

I sigh, hold it together girl, your time will come.
I carry on
watch on
you continue to shine yourself bright
unknowingly as it may be
Harvest your blessing, man
and just like everyone else you are a work of art.

and though I cower in silence
You have never failed
to make me proud.