I watched you, my daughter.
My daughter of the water.
Jumping the foam
as it pounded
and roamed.
Squealing like gulls as
you stooped
and swooped.
So safe in your body with its
strength,
with grace.
And that look on your face,
of salt and sunshine and sureness.
The waves will bend to your command.
The clouds will part, the earth will spin.
Because you breathe,
because you laugh,
because you dream.