My Daughters (you know who you are)

My Daughters Sensitive, caring, deeply emotional - you try to hide your soft souls in hardened carapaces. Each of you unique - loving - your beauty shines outward, though you deny its ownership. Self-effacing, critical of your own real and imagined faults, you define yourselves in mediocrity. You  are goddesses in name and fact - faery princesses, each seeking your one true prince. In your eagerness and trust you have been burned by blackguards and knaves. Your pain and grief stains your cheeks and opens deep bleeding chasms in your aching hearts. Your Dad cries with you - feeling your anguish as his own - unable to stem the raging flood. He is powerless, impotent - he can only tell you his love, sending it fluttering through space. You are not my daughters by flesh, but my soul kin, spirit linked in ways not many may understand. May the might of my resolve and the power of my resurgent will buoy you on this sea of tears. You each have within you the inner strength - the survivor instinct - release it from its fetters - set it free! Take my hand and fly with me to those far mystical shores where dragons and unicorns yet roam. For a brief moment in time experience with me that innocent bliss that once was yours on mother's knee. Maybe, then, the day will not seem so dark - nor the road ahead so long and steep - drink of my joy and make it yours! 4/9/2002Dedicated to my cyberdaughters. Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 06:08 PM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl    0 • 8