To My Daughter I may never get to meet you. But you are still so real to me. You even have a name already, A contagious laugh, A fierce personality. You have so much potential. And you are just loved so much. You call me Mama, and it makes my heart jump in a way I can only imagine. I’m your Mama. I sing you my favorite songs until they become Our favorite songs. I dance around the room with you in my arms until you fall asleep. When you wake up, I chase you around the house and your little laugh echoes through the halls. I clean your messy hands and squishy sticky cheeks. I let you fall down when you run too fast or take a tumble. I try to let you learn through mistakes. You always get back up. You get back up every single time. You’re so much stronger than your Mama. You are everything I was too weak to be. I hope I get to meet you. And kiss your flushed cheeks. I hope I get you hold you, And I hope we get to meet.
| Emily Eames 6
