She Rises

Like phoenix from its ashes,
Scaling through the cloud,
Amidst dirty rashes,
There she goes,
Falling here and there,
Like a butterfly,
Breaking off its cocoon,

Rise up my beloved!
From the trashcan,
Of this rite of passage,
To your full height,

And here she comes!
My little angel,
Yet crawling,
As a fierce doe,
Setting to rise for the moon!

For my dearest little daughter;Dara
© Ikuejamofo Afolabi