Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Daughter

My friend suggested the words Princess and Daughter for my next poem. Here it goes:

Daughter

I am the daughter,
Of wind and rain,
I carry, I protect,
I nurture, I sustain.

I am the daughter,
Of mountains high,
I stand guard,
To defend and spy.

I am the daughter,
Of sand and soil,
Ingrained in me,
is their spirit of toil.

I am the daughter,
Of the deep ocean,
A treasure of secrets,
Of pasts forgiven.

I am the daughter,
Of this weary earth,
Cut and tilled,
A grieving heart.

I am the daughter,
Of a woman's love,
“My princess, my dove!”
A mother's touch.

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