Daughters
I open up my Bible one day
to lighten a grey sky
people and places the daily graces
take one verse slow and steady
as the rain outside storms
my own tears are weighted down
your hands are powerful
turning clouds back into a rainbow
words make tears lighter and lighter
breathing pain in sapphires heart
looking at distant cosmos nightly
what I read earlier starts fresh
reflection may not be the full picture
until we close a chapter gracefully
knowing they will always be there
to usher beginning s of quiet thoughts
a piece of paper holds three words
happy inside my own flaws
peace with a world mass produced
the last one was daughter simply
I placed my hand on it's definition
that dictionary never felt complete
books illustrate girls powers
each one grown a little different
beautiful in a made up face
God strips it down layer by layer
making what's inside stand out
I wanted to be the perfect daughter
I longed for Rory's heart of gold
a pinch of Matilda's magic included
realizing what makes a daughter
someone who is not flawless
shown how to love herself
talk positively about their reflection
allow for self care to nourish
most of all she learned so much
makeup and mirrors only reflect
trying to be more then authentic
more then born a female
bravely letting nobody define her
a girl raised up to be smart
stand in the same halls as men
walk those miles of greatness
pause beside others heart centered
there ideas bring east and west together
she might not be well known to you
this is the person that I love
brave bold beautiful one of a kind
Becca Joy
