My Daughter

Eyes that shine.
Full and fine.
Knowing more and more
Than most before.
She is refined and young.
Indeed.
Mature and pretty.
Growing ever so
Within her mind and mindfulness.
She plays
And is unsure.
Her confidence is defined
By questions not asked.
Her identity comes
From days ago,
Before her time.
And in her years,
She blossoms.
Yet she wonders.
She grows, she grows.