
Some battles
Just aren’t worth
All the tears that come.
Some might say
That all these patterns
Are too much
For the eye to see…
And I did-
Because that was me.
Until I realized
What the magnitude
Of my words to her
Might convey…
That she is
Too much,
Too bold,
And too different
For this world to see…
And to please tone it down
For all others,
And for the pride
Of the mother in me.
And that reflection
Stopped me cold
In my tracks
And broke my heart for her.
These patterns,
All of these
Beautiful flowers,
And this outfit
All of her own choosing
Are NOT too much
For this world
And me to see.
Rather-
They are
A breath of fresh air.
A palette of innocence,
And pure and simple
Happiness.
This outfit
Now makes my heart
Smile with joy-
For she is a force
To be reckoned with.
She is a beacon of light,
Kindness, love,
And quick wit.
She is smart, bold, fierce,
Creative, and beautiful,
And dances to the beat
Of her own drum…
And I will no longer
Tell her that her outfits
Are too much
For this world
Or for me-
Because her imagination,
And her bright shining spirit
Is everything
This world and I both need.
-Tanielle Childers ©️ 5.9.25

