let her stay waking and wise
nightmares at three or bad husbands at thirty
these will not trouble her eyes
dull days at forty, false friends at fifteen
let her have brave days and truth
let her go places that we’ve never been
trust and delight in her youth
words can be worrisome, people complex
motives and manners unclear
grant her the wisdom to choose her path right
free from unkindness and fear
let her tell stories and dance in the rain
somersault, tumble and run
her joys must be high as her sorrows are deep
let her grow like a weed in the sun
help her to help herself, help her to stand
help her to lose and to find
teach her we’re only as big as our dreams
show her that fortune is blind
truth is a thing she must find for herself
precious and rare as a pearl
give her all these and a little bit more
gifts for a blueberry girl
neil gaiman, author of the new york times bestselling coraline, wrote this poem for his wife and for their daughter, when she was only a bump and a due date <3
...yet another book i was gifted that i cannot read aloud without crying. thank you, miss manda!
