a big birthday for Bella

I've known her since

she was the tender age of three.

This week she is thirteen.

Ode to Bella | On Being Thirteen

Small

little egg she was

nestled tightly

in the warmth of her mother's wings,

quietly
gently
slowly

yearning to break free.

A crack and a pop

she emerges

wide-eyed

intent on the horizon

grace and possibility

first fluttering then

soaring in her heart

{xoxo, me}