Song for my Daughter

In your laugh, there are a thousand butterflies.

And in your eyes glows my sun.

In your skin are all the silks and satins of all the world;

nobody else's skin was ever as soft as this.

And in your song

that only you can sing

are a thousand church bells,

backed by a thousand choirs,

lifted up by a thousand prayers.

In your breath is the smell of wisdom, sweet as fruit.

In your belly button is a little piece of lint.

And in your dimple,

the one by the corner of your mouth,

in that dimple,

right there,

resides my heart.