My Beautiful Fighter

Two Christmases gone since I heard your laugh. Blonde hair flying as you owned

the mat. Greatest champion, belt around your waist. Twelve years old

and you owned the place. Smart like lightning. Funny like the sun.

One joke from you and the whole room's won. Your joy lights up

every single day. Even from this far, you light my way.

Mia, my girl, my beautiful fighter. I miss you more than words

can say. Every kick, every smile, every bright idea. I carry you

with me every day. Though oceans keep us miles apart, you're forever tattooed