This child of mine with hair so wild,
Basking in the winters sun,
Yet looking so mild.
I wonder if she will have the same thoughts of imperfection?
Always searching for that ever elusive nod of perfection?
I think not,
I will endeavour to constantly remind her,
That yours is the sun and everything else beyond,
Yours is the sun and everything beneath.
Yours is the sun to bask in,
To glow in,
To thrive in,
In whichever way you see fit.
Yours is the to shut out the dark,
When thoughts crowd your mind and try to dull your shine.
Yours is the sun... Yours is the sun!
Oh Wild Child of mine