It Is You I Find at The Tunnel’s End
Your eyes, a haven of vivacity, sparks my curiosity. What audacity. What sweetness. What hope. The lines below your eyes, like scars on wet leaf. The sparkle in your dark pupil, like the twinkle of a million stars. What is this light I see in your eye?
Your smile, how lovely! I wonder at the innocence. I wail at the helplessness. I revere the calmness, the heavenly understanding. I marvel at the convenience with which you pull up those smiles.
Your heart, a priceless gem. It defeats treasure island in glamour, rich in bliss and amour.
You are a leader. You are a teacher. You are the voice that reverberates a thousand times, like echoes in a cave of bats. Time stops to listen when you speak.
Your hands hold the balance of the world. Equity and justice. Mercy and empathy. Diligence and tenderness. Thought and tact.
I revere the sound of your feet. The firmness in your stride, your laugh, the drumbeats of joy that attend your every step.
I search. I pray. I hope you find you. Because we need you, even much more than you know.
Walking through this darkness, I think of you. I see you right ahead. It is you I find at the tunnel’s end. You are the light at the end of the tunnel.
For the Girl Child!✨