I knew her when she was a thought that escaped my head,

I knew her when she took to crafts of the paper and the thread,

I knew her when she took to war and the people’s “righteous” calls,

And when she would aid her heroes before their final falls,

I knew her when she grew a tree of olives the first time,

I knew her when she was praised in music and in rhyme,

I knew her when she took that girl, and turned her to hair to snakes,

I knew her when she had no time or tolerance for mistakes,

As you watch your daughter grow, you often say “I knew her when”,

But I can truly say I know every version of her she’s ever been