She’s still within, not lost or gone—
That younger you who danced at dawn.
Barefoot heart and curious gaze,
Wishing for warmth in grown-up days.

She doesn’t ask for grand success,
Or for your life to be a perfect mess.
She only longs to feel you near,
To know she's loved, to know you're here.

She’s peeking out with quiet grace,
A little smile upon her face.
She wants to twirl, to laugh, to play—
To be reminded: it’s safe today.

I see you, soft and true.
I will always show up for you.

Let her sit beside your heart.
Wrap her in love right from the start.
Tell her stories, braid her hair,
Sing her songs, show her care.

You don’t need to fix the past—
Just love her fully, hold her fast.
Let her rest, let her roam,
Let her know your heart’s her home.

She's asking questions, brave and small:
“Can I still dream?” “Will you catch me if I fall?”
Answer kindly, don’t rush through—
Say, “Yes, my love, I still believe in you.”

No shame belongs inside her name,
No guilt, no fear, no quiet blame.
Only wonder, only grace,
Only room to take up space.

So hold her hand in yours tonight.
Promise you’ll keep her dreams in sight.
You are both the root and bloom—
The steady floor and sunlit room.

She’s still with you, wild and wise—
With paint-stained fingers and star-filled eyes.
She’s never been a thing to mend…
She’s your beginning—and your dearest friend.