You get lost so often
between the baby
and the dramatic pre-teen,
but your carefree nature
never complains. 
You giggle with wild abandon
and find love in flower petals and unicorns. 

We share small moments
under covers
whispering secrets,
spinning tales so large the limits 
of imagination are stretched 
thin as the hairs on a violin bow.

And you play so sweetly on my heart.