Perhaps she will build a bridge

That only she can cross

Where love lives on either side

Where only she and God abide

Perhaps she'll play Mozart or Bach

Or Brahms' Lullaby, her favorite may be

Perhaps she'll dance like a bird in flight

Or paint her version of morning's sunlight

Perhaps she'll compose a new symphony

Perhaps she'll love grahams

With apple slices on top

Perhaps she'll like cereal in a big bowl

Love hearing it crackle and pop

Or maybe she'll hold it in her hands

Or stick it in new-found holes

Sometimes she may run and shout

Not knowing what to do

When she's unsure of what's about

Sometimes she may hide and pout

Perhaps she'll shrink back within

When raindrops fall on her head

Perhaps she'll laugh when blown by the wind

And wish to blow bubbles instead

Perhaps in her dreams she holds on tight

  To a sunset in her sight

She'll hold it near, having no fear

As her very own safety, night light

Sometimes she may want to snuggle

When she is finding the need

Where safety is found on solid ground

Between her father's knees

Sometimes her thoughts may spin like a top

Not knowing where they should stop

It's then, she'll seek her mother's face

To take her to the loving place

Sometimes she'll go to her "inner place"

The meadows of her time

Where God has designed a garden space

Where beautiful flowers ever bloom

Where fear and uncertainties never loom

Where she can always touch His face

Some may think her not "normal"

But normal is so mundane!

We may live in different dreams than she

But He created us, each the same

She is not lost in a place that binds

Nor is she ‘trapped' in a shell

Paths may detour her unwinding roads

To places we cannot tell

And she will have us follow her days

Watching her as she grows

The brighter side of the Rainbow she walks

Her steps a bit closer to God

No matter what her Life-song shall be

In their garden, with Him she'll talk

She will play a leading role in His sight

She'll teach us to use our wings

And we will be the ones to learn

She's taught our hearts to sing

And when we see the stars at night

Hers will be the brightest light

©BJ Haussler 2007