I can’t really put my finger on it.

Or manage to find all the words.

But there’s just something about that girl.

Maybe it’s the way her hair sits tangled.

Curled up at the end.

The way she moves.

Dances.

As if everyone was watching.

Or no one at all.

It could be the way she smiles

With her heart.

The way that only she can.

How she cares, loves.

For everyone.

For herself.

You see— she is beautiful in the way that only wild things are.

Untamed.

Untouched by the world.

So, my darling.

Stay this way.

As if just for a moment.

You, wild.

And me, yours.

🤍 Mom