To My Singular Child

In the soft hush of evening’s gentle glow,
A quiet truth emerges, soft and slow.
You, my child, feel the tug of being different,
A world apart, yet filled with intent.

Oh, precious soul, it’s not sadness but a gift,
This sense of difference, this unique shift.
For where the mundane meets its silent stay,
True wonders lie where curiosity finds its way.

Don’t mind the words of those who merely coast,
For the richest journeys belong to those who roam the most.
In the confines of sameness, the spirit gets tight;
In the embrace of the unusual, we take flight.

Your essence, tender, holds a unique fire,
In deep thoughts and dreams that never tire.
For we, the rare, the seekers of what’s unseen,
Discover beauty in places where others find routine.

Celebrate the spark that sets you apart,
A vibrant melody, a work of heart.
Let no sharp words bind you in fear,
For you are alive, where others seem unclear.

In a world without limits, where the unique dwell,
Your spirit moves, casting its spell.
So, dear child, embrace the rare and true,
In your uniqueness, the world finds its view.

Love your quirks, your every shade,
In the quiet moments where true growth is made.
And remember, as you walk your own path,
The greatest strength is in your own laugh.

So, move forward, my love, with your light clear,
For the world is broad, and you, sincere.
In every step, in every thought, be genuine and real,
For there’s only one you, a story to reveal.