Loving you feels like surrendering to an ancestral truth,

Being loved by you feels like ancestral joy made manifest,

Beholding womanhood feels like ancestral glory, grace and grit.

I pray that your blossoming becomes tethered to what’s real and genuine to you,

I pray that you surrender to and joyously embody the truth of your Higher Self rather than succumb to the hypocrisy of the lesser Self,

I pray that you harken to the Power within your ancestral Soul print and that it reverberates loudly with each day you live.

May the little girl in you continue to play,

May the rebellious teen in you continue to question everything and be curious,

May the woman you are now steward all this magnificence with wisdom and a little bit of wildness sweet One.

After all, you have arrived my Queen, you may walk through the opulent doors, the others await you.