On the Last Day of September
I remember when she was six.
So timid and cautious-unsure of this world and what it was handing her.
She has always been careful. Not wanting life to hand her something she didn’t know how to handle.
She became brave one day–but still careful. She never wanted to miss something for reason of fear.
Her life came with many challenges-some she met head on-others are still inside her.
In her is gentleness and grace-not often seen in a life so young.
Her heart is giving and kind-but she keeps hidden the deepest parts.
She has the voice of a thousand wings in flight-a voice that only she can hear. She sings-but only what others want to hear. I know someday her voice and heart will meet.
I know the light inside her. Someday I hope to see the reflection that is hidden from me.
I hold out my hand to her-it has been there since she was six-it will be there always.
Happy Birthday, dear Jordan.