FIREPLACE POETRY

I remember when your feet were small,
barely reaching pedals at all—
a tiny girl on a tricycle seat,
pushing the world with wobbly feet.

Your laughter spilled across the yard,
a melody soft, a rhythm unmarred;
sun in your hair, dirt on your knees,
you lived your days like gentle breeze.

But time, my love, is quick and bold,
and somehow now, you’re growing old—
not grown-up yet, but close enough
to see that life gets loud and tough.

Now you walk halls with your Lulu bag,
holding it close like a little flag;
a badge you wear to say “I fit,”
in a world that pulls bit by bit.

I see the pressure in your eyes,
the weight of whispers, quiet lies;
the way the world will try to bend
your heart to shapes that never end.

But hear me, love—just pause and breathe,
lift your eyes from what they weave;
you’re more than trends and passing scenes,
more than the world’s sharp, shallow screens.

You are God’s masterpiece, my dear,
crafted whole and held so near;
He shaped your soul with tender art—
every hope inside your heart.

He’ll never leave you lost or small,
never let your spirit fall;
His love won’t shift the way life can—
He holds you stronger than any hand.

So when the world feels wide and cold,
and you feel scared or less or told
to dim your light—don’t you believe
the lies it’s quick to make you weave.

Just look up, girl, when you feel weak,
when glitter fades and voices speak;
look up to Him—your safest place,
your steady breath, your endless grace.

And know that I, your mom, am here,
with open arms and listening ear;
watching you grow with awe and pride,
my heart forever by your side.

From tricycle days to preteen dreams,
you’re still the girl who glows and gleams;
God’s masterpiece from the very start—
my precious child, my shining heart.

About the Poem:

This poem is incredibly personal to me. It reflects my experience as a young mom watching my oldest daughter grow faster than I ever expected. I still remember her tiny legs barely reaching the tricycle pedals, and now she’s almost a preteen, clutching her Lulu bag like it’s the most important thing in the world. In this piece, I wanted to capture the sweetness of those early memories while also speaking to the very real peer pressures she’s beginning to face. This poem is my reminder to her—to pause, breathe, and look up. No matter what the world tries to tell her, she is God’s masterpiece, fully loved, protected, and never alone.

Witten By: Alex Garvin (Fireplace-Poetry)