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For my Daughter |Marjorie Saiser

When they laid you on my belly
and cut the cord
and wrapped you and gave you
to my arms, I looked into the face
I already loved. The cheekbones,
the nose, the deep place
the eyes opened to. 

I thought
then this is the one I must teach,
must shape and nurture.
I was sure I should. 

How was I
to know you would become
the one to show me
how kindness walks in the world?

Some days the daughter
is the mother,
is the hand that reaches
out over the pond, sprinkling
nourishment on the water.

Some days I am the lucky koi,
rising from below, opening
the circle of my mouth to take it in.

දිනමිණ- වසත් සුළඟ 02.01.2018