Daughters

My daughters

are my light

they are my day

my daughters

of two lights

that light my way

so very different

in every way

yet much the same

as night turns day

so much my truth

so much that’s right

one pained

but full of light

one old of soul

who seeks what might

one feels

what all should feel

one finds

what finds unreal

so proud

for each diverse

so strong

so much it hurts

I wonder

every day

what life

will bring their way

so proud

of what we made

so proud

of what they say

so deep

is what they feel

such truth

so fucking real

I thank

the skies above

for daughters

made from love

for who

they will become

for lights

they’re destined from

for all

they are right now

for all

they will bestow

my daughters

are my light

who bring me

to full sight

who make my life

seem right

who summon dawn

from my dark nights

whom I love

with all my might

for being all

and all

that’s right.

The Gentle Push

The open road before you.

The gentle push I’ll give you.

Toward those who have much more to teach you.

So sure you know its direction.

Blind curves hidden from your youthful attention.

But that’s okay.

It’s fumbling.

It’s humbling.

It’s finding your own way.

You’re done listening.

Because the whole world is calling.

And my long heard words are falling on deaf ears.

But that’s okay.

Cause it’s fumbling.

It’s humbling.

It’s finding your own way.

That will gently push you back to me some day.