Magic, mystery and someone else’s master plan have brought you here.
You perch daintily in my lap, delicate as a flower. I will not hurt you.
You’ve traveled a long way. You are tired. I will take care of you.
You are here. I feel you inside. You are not leaving me. I won’t be scared anymore.
You are my baby girl. You’re real. I finally feel like you’re mine.
Please remember, sweet one: I am not perfect. Just doing the best that I can.
I am taking it one hour at a time some days.
But you are the bright spot. You are our miracle, our little magical red bean.