for you, at two

this is to you my little mirror gnome, strong and mighty,

unburdened now and chasing a life that

excites you and ignites everyone around you.

you are the seed and the farmer,

you are the beautiful flower,

you are wisdom and discovery,

you are history and the future.

you will learn the language of the seasons,

tie them up with your instincts to carry

lightning in your veins.

you will fall in love with the moon nightly,

not to any prescription or code of honour

but from a faith so deep and mysterious it cannot be named.

on some sundays and during thunderstorms you
will struggle with insomnia, and monthly,
always monthly you will be reminded that

life is a struggle but you are strong.

affirm yourself often.

bang your own drum loudly but listen out to other beats,
they will inspire you.

some days you will be singing in rainbows,

others are nothing but the blues.
celebrate both days with grace.

let the sound of distant buses be a dreaming

of possibilities to take you places.

don't fall for the fast laugh or the quick

friendship, worthy people take time and are

the framework on which to build yourself.

be loyal to your sisters, treat yourselves

with respect then everybody else will.

aim always to be better than yesterday.

dream in architecture, dream in riddles,

dream under sunshine and in the halflight,
dream in truths, dream in solutions,
dream for your own amusement then
dream for the entertainment of the world.

i wish you to speak the profound and run

with wild abandon. i want you to be proud, stake your claim,

hold boldness in your heart and in your hands.

when all around you is madness i want you to

come to me and be your own kind of crazy,

i can say ''i understand''

because we are family.