Daughter
Thomas Turner
I can see you crying
within your little glass cage.
I wonder if you know
that I’m here……nearby.
Only a few hours ago
you were safe and warm,
sleeping vibrantly inside
your mother’s loving womb.
Now you are wide awake,
warm, inside your little glass box;
yet you’ve been emptied into a
new and sometimes cold world.Even though I stare proudly
at your soft, tiny body,
somewhere inside, I feel shame.
I am ashamed of the world
that I have brought you into…
this world of hate,
this world of deceitfulness,
this world of pain.
I can only wonder
what it will be like
raising you and teaching you
how to survive here.You have your mother’s eyes –
deep, blue and glowing.
I’m sure you’ll be just as wise
and as enchanting as she.
Yet, as I stand here,
wanting to reach out to you,
I can only wonder
if you’ll have her strength.
Your mother is so strong.
she is so pure and sweet.
She has shown me the love
that I never knew existed.Our love for each other
is what gave you life.
I only hope as you grow older,
true love is what you’ll discover.
But for now, my darling daughter,
I will just stand here
with this smile of wonder
and with this gentle loving tear.
I will watch patiently
as you kick and as you cry.
I will watch you, my sweet new daughter
and wait for your tears to dry.