daughters
a daughter is a rose
after a poem by Francisco X. Alcaron, “A Poet Is A River”
a daughter is a rose
opening closing
she comes she goes
imitating
the sun
she rises she sets
she lights the world
she laughs
she climbs mountains
of attitude
always leaving
always coming home
A daughter is
the voice of love
she speaks
to the wind
sings an aria to
the night
A daughter
becomes
a mountain
inside a heart
a soul inside
a mountain
she rises toward
the light
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Very nice. I enjoyed “A Poet Is A River” too.
well done!
Love your poem. A beautiful tribute to the precious lambs we’re trusted with shepherding.