I hope you grow like a flower that
sprouts even out of the dirtiest soil
and may you never wither away
from not basking enough sunlight

may you never think you’re too
frail for harsh winds and may you
never hide behind rocks or wish you
grow thorns with the thought that it’ll
make you stronger

you are allowed to stay soft and
dainty and possess the beauty I know
you have, just as you are allowed
to dodge every foot that wishes to
step all over you


                                                              ­                                                                 *—L.m.