Wednesday, 21 March 2012

A Song for My Pilgrim Daughter



To you, my daughter,
I always believed
That you will make me whole

The shattered pieces of me
Of yesterday’s falls;
Your soft hands will heal them
Your cry will sanitize them

To you, my daughter,
I always believed
That we would grow together
Learn when to sleep when you do
Accustom my tired eyes to your light

To you, my daughter,
I always believed
That I would be a hero
That you will not look at my faults
That my esteem will be in line with your faith

And as I hold you in my arms,
Your lightness is very deceptive
In many ways you are heavy with meaning
Your face does not carry sadness nor guilt
Your smile is pure, your laughter is divine
You don’t ask if my hands are dirty
You don’t cover your nose for the soot around

To you, my daughter,
I always believed
That I would make you all you want to be
To whisper to the stars
To eavesdrop the greatest secrets of the milky way
I could sell a few steps of my ladder
Build it upon yours so that you can reach the moon
It will delight me to see you rise
From below, I would be glad that you made it

To you, my daughter
I always believed
That you will be the Explorer of the Universe
To grow inwardly, outwardly
To learn everything, for all knowledge is good
Thus, having grown in wisdom, daughter,
I would be happy if you remain meek and humble
For there is nothing great as quiet wisdom

To you, my daughter,
I will share the secrets of the hills,
The echoes, the reverberations,
I would help you make small baby steps
As a little pilgrim

To you, my daughter,
I always believed
My sun would finally rise.




1 comments:

Listening Daisy said...

This is a beautiful poem!

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