I watched her reach for the icicle
There were so many within her reach
He gently said “Don’t take it. Let it be”.
She, being young, didn’t understand.
I, being older, breathed in her father’s words.
She too is one of many
And, she is worthy of being left alone
To grow, melt, shine, freeze, break,
Without unwelcomed interaction
Being older, hardened by experience
Sharpened by the breaks,
I could tell her about waiting,
But that is not the message I wanted to share.
I could tell her about freezing,
But know she deserves more.
I want to tell her about being honored
Even in a crowd
Even in the dirt
Especially when melting
I want her to know without asking
Is not intended to be possessed
She, in all her forms
Deserves to be