I teach her how to speak her mind

And when to take some charge

I tell her to shoot for the moon

And lasso in the stars

She giggles when I ride my horse

And yell out ‘atta girl’

She wears her cowgirl boots indoors

Whose soles squeak when she twirls

We meet in imaginary castles

And I show her foreign lands

I remind we can all slay dragons

When we have love in hand

So that when the time comes

She can navigate prince from a foe

After all these foreign lands

Are starting to get close

Its our job to guide her

Through worlds of ink drawn skies

So that someday she can greet the world

And read between the lines

So that someday she’ll write a story

With actions neither yours nor mine