Tickled bellies and pretty

purple giggles, braided hair

and rainbow painted toes. She parades

around the room in an intricate

dance of tiny waving arms and

half inch jumps off the floor.

And ends with a pose.

Her smile is bright as the light

that leads to heaven, her eyes

the sweetest candy but her tongue

can wage a war. A wave of a finger

and you are set in your place. She is

the alpha of her pack, a Queen on her

pink plushy throne, she is the lawmaker.

She moves confidently,

there has been little time

to be shown different. All she

knows is she is beautiful,

she is intelligent and she

is loved. They will never let her

forget that she is loved.

It’s more than her mother ever

received, but her father was given

in abundance. Two poles

whose experiences differ but

both agree she should be given

the universe. Her little hands

are strong enough to hold it.

She would wear it like a dress,

the brilliant colors of nebulas

and the super novae would orbit

around her. She would treat it with

care and with pride, like

the pink frilly tutu