She looks into your face
until you look back...
and into your eyes until
she sees the pupils widen
as you think, "My God,
what a beautiful child."
Satisfied that she's been
properly acknowledged as
part fairy princess and
part Queen, she says. "let's play."
And so, under her spell,
She is firmly in command:
"You play with the horsey now.
Now I will play with the horsey."
She lets me wear her green tiara,
but only for a little while.
It is hers, after all.
When she's not looking,
I let a few tears come to my eyes
for the day when some evil soul
questions her confidence and
refuses to see her beauty.
You are the rarest of rare creatures, Claire...
a child self-possessed and unafraid
of the power your charm can command.
Please don't change.
The world needs you to look it in the eye
until it acknowledges your beauty.