You might use your hands
You might use your voice
You might create poems
You might tinker with toys
It won't so much matter
Which things you might do
But what lies beneath
Is the essence of you
You might paint on glass
Or play ukelele
You probably don't know
That you bless others daily
The person you are
The world might not see
But I know this much
You matter to me
The struggles you've faced
Undeserved at your age
Your friends seek your counsel
Your wisdom is sage
May the white light protect you
For as long as you live
You're a beautiful person
That's the gift that you give