small in stature
she uses a ladder
cleverly i might add
for a girl of only four and a half
the cookie jar on the top of the refrigerator
her mother and father underrate her
intelligence is tall
and climbs mighty mountains
and cookies crumble sedately
into milk filled glasses
as afternoon slowly passes
into a quenchable sky
this daughter of ours
is the reason and my why 
for every morning drive and hassle filled week
i think of her first word
or how she shyly peeked out
from beneath a blanket
as i offered her a carefully bought trinket
of my love and affection
for this wonderful reflection
of everything i am
and all that i love
this little girl who opened the door
to a heaven above
to this unbeliever and his faithless history
all falls away
as she sleeps sleepily
sucking at a thumb
as if she had a plumb too sweet
to finish eating
and i know in the morning
ill only think of one thing
that beautiful little girl
and her journey into becoming something
so pure and true
and hard and strong
i must make sure
to help her along