Neil Gaiman just made me have a moment. Here's why...
If I had his wonderful way with words I would have written the exact same poem for my own blueberry girl. With a cute nod to classic fairy tales, "keep her from spindles and sleeps at 16, let her stay waking and wise," and a hope, "nightmares at 3 or bad husbands at 30, these will not trouble her eyes."
Gaiman wrote this for his friend Tori Amos when she was about to have her baby girl. It then became a book meant to celebrate mothers and daughters. Although in essence, I think it applies to blueberry boys too. Her could very well be Him.
Dull days at forty,
false friends at fifteen--
let her have brave days and truth.
Let her go places that we've never been,
trust and delight in her youth.
Help her to help herself,
help her to stand,
help her to lose and to find.
Teach her we're only as
big as our dreams.
Show her that fortune is blind.
Wishing the same for all the blueberry girls and boys I know,