I am her.

Who is she?

She is a daughter. She is a best friend.

She is a pocketful of light. She is a spark of

something good, getting brighter; a dream grown

large; the right thing at the right time.

She is a dancer, a singer, a thinker, a 

truth-teller. A connoisseur of all things this

wide world has to offer. Her spirit is the

first thing people notice. Her mind always had 

a mind of its own. Her heart, though it has

sometimes been hurt, bears a strong resemblance

to a daffodil: it always flowers again. 

So she wakes with anticipations. She

finds new hills to climb. And everyone agrees

that the very fact of her in the world means

there is still so much good to come.

Who is she? She is me. She is you. 

I am her.