Daughter – A Poem

I seem to be tangled up in trying to be a good parent at the moment – and this is a triptych, if that’s the right word, inspired by this struggle. Here is part two, and part three.


Now is the hardest time of all
where my job ceases to be

I must let you fall
because your age knows

But hears so little
and learns only
from mistakes

Yes, even though
they are the ones
I made

I cannot guide you
only love you
and hurt

The sleepless nights
the cuts and fears
the school bully years

The nights nursing flu
all the work that was you
was just prelude

Now I see the hardest part
is knowing you will crash
and saying nothing

You will hate me
for not stopping it
though you would never have listened

All of this because when you fly
as you do when you think I am not looking
I have never felt so much wonderful

You can tell me anything (yes, even that!)

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