I feel fumbly at times reaching out to you,
my steps wobbly, as a toddler walking.
My words, in the end, impotent ...and yet here I
am so very far away and, no matter how fervently
my expression, I'm helpless.
But daily I pray my utterances, though never enough,
will fall lightly upon you,
that they will build you, strengthen and reveal you.
That you will someday see your reflection in my
eyes and know how truly beautiful you are.