I wish for you to have wings
Wings, robust enough to fly where I’ve never flown
Generous enough to provide shelter for those that don’t have any
Brave enough to inspire others to grow their own
Loud enough to disrupt predators who deem you unfit to fly
But wise.
Wise enough, to know when it’s their time to rest
I wish for there to be grace to your power,
Softness to your strength
And when you don’t have either,
I will lay your head on my lap
Stroke your scalp –
Palms brushing your hair, as your grandmother did mine
With hands made to smooth across your weariness
And ease you into the presence of peace
I’ll restore you until you can fly again
And when those wings first begin to form,
I’ll offer you patience as you endure growing pains
Consider it an honor to witness who you’ll become
A conglomerate of your ancestors,
Your father and I
Your experiences
And your own unique essence
I will surrender to this growing process
Aid in molding you
And know when to simply behold you
I will love you wildly, unconditionally as your wings sprout
My own wings,
Have grown strong from flying through storms
Have expanded by listening to life’s teachings
And have been compelled by you to fly higher
For I knew my wings would be your example
Their altitude is homage to you
My daughter,
I wish for you to have wings
Wings to fly further than your imagination could take you
With the brazenness to ascend where you please
Your flight will always be my pride
And
My love, your wind
