At the age of (almost) three,

my daughter knows about freedom.

 

“I can do it!”, emerging with an 

inside out & backwards shirt.

 

The outcome may be different from what I want, and yet,

her right to independence 

is as imperative as her breath.

 

She is so naturally free

It lives in her bones.

 

She’s free

to feel proud, be too loud

free to scream with tinkling delight.

 

In my home she’ll be free 

to read what she likes, free to write, without fearing what’s ‘right’. 

Free to rage, free to cry, free to try.

 

I ask of the Universe:

“Let freedom be all she knows.”

I have hope that in 

250 years from now when 

my daughter’s ancestors are three years old

Freedom for All is set deep in Our bones.