Adalyn_9

 

October 8, 2021

Dear Adalyn, 

Tye-dye socks stretched up

on your ever-growing legs,

Every piece has a purpose

chosen for a reason -theme or flare- 

in your daily ensembles. 

You looked older, bounding onto stage 

-proudly a part of the bird chorus –

make up, new dress shoes from Kohls

and the bright lights on your beaming face. 

Every morning, you dance,

big leaps, joy, your only instructor. 

Deep questions, deep thoughts…

Director of those you know…. 

Observer of those you don’t….

Inventor of intricate games, and announcer:

“Good evening everyone! There shall be a show!” 

Swim team only appealing

 with an accessory of a new suit. 

You count down to adventures and trips 

to grandparents, cousins, the farmhouse, 

But often, home is a haven for recharging.  

Math -lover, reading-skeptic 

until you were promised pierced ears

after five chapter books 

that you devoured. 

Going back to school required bravery, 

and acknowledgement that this pandemic 

has changed us and our worlds. 

Cooking, cartwheels, camping 

And the occasional snuggle we soak in. 

So many musicals and a full house

of sister bonds, family love, and 

even Bryce saying “Have Mercy!” 

Rememberer of stories and people 

and Abram, those we hold in our hearts. 

I hope you dance into nine with joy 

and colorful nails and wild hair 

bounding with the energy you emanate

and harness back to us in cozy moments 

of talking on the couch. 

Next year your legs will be longer,

And who knows what you’ll love. 

The other night as you fell asleep 

in a rare moment, forehead on mind, 

I remembered holding you as a baby

the same way,

And I think even when you are my age,

I will always press your forehead to mine 

to remind you 

Your heart is a part of mine,

as it grows, as you grow, 

your mama is still right here, 

loving you, our sparkle girl,

Always.