A Short Letter to My Now and Future Daughter

This is what you are like at four
and a half months old: your hair
is short and undecided

whether to be blonde or red
or brunette; your irises are the sort
of blue that brings sapphires to mind.

Your face is round and dimpled, your wrists
are ringed, replete with chubbiness,
but all this you will see from many photos.

What you may not see, nor hear, not
even from the moving clips, is how
defined your personality now becomes,

how you scrutinize your world,
how people stop to marvel at seeing you,
how you are loved and loved and loved.