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To Caroline

Six years ago you were
a wish upon a star.
A quiet realization that
I wanted more in my life.

Five years ago we were one.
You filled my belly with life
and my heart with hope.

Four years ago I held you in my arms.
You called me Mama
and I wondered how I would ever
let you go.

Three years ago we walked hand-in-hand
but you walked ahead every so often.
I worried that I need you more than you needed me.

Two years ago I looked at you
as if for the first time,
and your soulful eyes smiled back at me.
My little girl.

One year ago we sat across from one another
and had an actual conversation.
I was proud of the woman
you will one day become.

Today I wished upon a star and my heart filled with hope.
I held you in my arms and we walked hand-in-hand.
Today I looked into your soulful eyes.
You smiled back at me and just like every day since you were born,
I was proud of the woman you will one day be and the girl you are now.

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