Sonnet-ish for Eva on the Occasion of her School Music Show

Nobody else has a smile like that,

bright, like sunshine.

Your little arms are chubby again,

like when you were a baby,

and I know it means you’re going to grow.

Because I know you.

Inside and out, your smell, like sweat and sweetness.

The ways you play and prance,

your voice, always a little song.

Your dress, with flowers red, green, blue,

your yellow hair.

I used to wonder who you’re going to be,

but I don’t now.

I know.