Little Diamond

When it starts to get dark,

I hear my mom say:

Take...

a...

breath.

You are NOT

the first, the last, or the only

to be enveloped in darkness.

But,

you my dear,

are a little piece of coal

under pressure.

THAT makes you a diamond,

harder than any other rock.

Shine through my darling,

my little diamond,

in the dark,

you

are

FABULOUS.

You are my gem,

my little diamond girl,

conquerer of the world.

F what "they" think,

you will survive.

The beauty of this world

is not BORN,

it is made.

Sparkle and shine,

baby doll of mine.

Even the darkness

eventually

becomes the light.