My daughter was born with hands that can fight
Prepared to face the world, she came out punching the air
Showing us all that even though she was small in size, she wasn’t one to be messed with
Conquering milestones, defying medical odds, she reminds us everytime that she’s meant to be here
When she feeds, she holds her own bottle, steadying it to make sure you remember whose food it is
When she’s upset, she uses her tiny pink hands to push away anything you bring to try to pacify her
How can someone be so little, yet so fierce?
Because she’s a force
She came to this world as one
She’s a whirlwind – ready to change everything that stands in her way
She’s a mountain – not moved by things that don’t matter
She’s a blossoming field – fruitful in every season
She’s a fighter – so the world needs to prepare
My daughter was born with hands that can fight
And I, her mum, will give her boxing gloves ❤️
Heartstrings and Keynotes 