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She’s
like the pop of a flashbulb,
This daughter of mine.
Laughter runs through her, smiles explode into joy.
Yet deep inside is a cold dark river.
A well-spring of emotion, pain and fear.
Who does she cry for?
This daughter of mine.
Is it just herself, her own needs, her own real
or imagined crimes?
Or does she cry for every man, every woman, every child?
Those not as fortunate?
Those who have been misjudged.
Or those who have somehow lost their way.
Does she cry that others cannot see her, understand her,
Know where she has been?
Does she see herself under the shadow of those more
accomplished?
What is success?
Asks this daughter of mine.
You are success, I tell her.
You are a brilliant joyous white light.
Yet she cannot always believe in herself worth,
This daughter of mine.
Then what have I accomplished, she cries?
What title do I hold, what awards have I won,
Who sees what I have done?
I am just a speak of dust at the feet of others.
From the heavens above, I beg her.
Do not despair.
This daughter of mine.
You have embraced emotion, seen and felt real pain.
You have known hardship.
Yet you have survived.
To sing your song for the world.
To spread your love with golden laughter.
Your dazzling smile given so freely.
Leading others with the faith you carry,
In the Eternal giver of life.
With the hope sealed in your heart,
For each every one of God’s creations.
That they may have a safe passage.
Oh, this beautiful daughter of mine.
You pray for peace, prosperity, universal unity.
Between all races, all religions, all nationalities.
You are now no longer only a mother,
You have become a nurturer and protector of new life.
These are your titles and accolades.
Your diplomas and heavenly crown.
You have climbed the stepping stones to greatness.
Shine your light.
Loving Mother.
But do not forget, that you will always be,
This daughter of mine.
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