Daughter poem

My teenage daughter

when you were little
perhaps two or three
dressed in your crown
of 'joie de vie"

you'd chat for hours
about all that you'd do
life was your stage
awaiting its cue

off you would run
wind in your hair
seeking adventure
and those who would dare

follow your lead
in search of the stars
conquer your quest
of never too far

now a young teen
your passion remains
to discover adventure
touch and attain

yet the world is much bigger
with many a foe
so be safe in your travels
wherever you go

take my love with you
pocket your pride
and I will continue
to pray Gods by your side

michelle anne lalonde