my little girl, full of drive, i am offering my hand to you, let's take the wheel together one last time. keep your eyes on the road, learn to lean into its curves for warmth. when i am too old or no longer here to hold you, roll down the window and listen— forget every noise inside you, hold the hum of the wind’s stories close instead. you will find me there at every turn— so sing back to the wind, savour every silent note, swallow every seed sown, my little girl. you will grow— but don’t forget to let me in when i come to your door offering my hand to you, always, my little girl.
Artwork courtesy of Magd Elzahed
