The wildflower

Ode to a Wild Flower
In a field of roses she is a wild flower. A free spirit I do not wish to tame only protect. She’s delicate like a flannel flower - soft and gentle yet she stands strong like a waratah, she’s fierce and bold. Looking into her eyes my inks can never replicate the vast ocean of blue. The sun is captured in her hair like spun gold and I hope she will always radiate from within. I will guide her to take on the world she is my challenge, my muse, my chaos and my heart. I want to keep her in this moment forever yet can’t wait to watch her grow. My daughter, my wildflower is most beautiful part of me.