Dearest Daugter

Dearest daughter

You are beautiful,

this I want you to remember.

Your gorgeous eyes, yet to open,

yet to see the world.

They are innocence made animate.

Innocence that rolls behind shut eyelids,

doors soon to be opened.

Dearest daughter,

I will do my best to keep this innocence whole,

to not let the demons of the world through those doors.

Your tiny hands curled around my thumb.

Smooth, not yet roughened by a world so cruel.

A world that you will one day have to carry

like a sharpened stone,

cutting your palms,

sinking into your fingers.

I can almost see the scars on these beautiful hands

and it makes me weep.

Dearest daughter

Your lips are already full,

round, puckered beauty

pressed to a breast that has already been fondled by a vulgar world.

I see the way the world looks at your lips

the way it licks its own in anticipation of the taste of yours.

Dearest daughter,

my heart swells with love,

my eyes locked only on your perfection

on your toes and the wrinkles behind your knees

on your thick, dark hair and your coffee brown skin.

To think that something so flawed,

so deeply scarred and bruised,

could ever give birth to something so flawless.

But this is a world unforgiving

to bring you in to it would be selfish,

shameful,

embarrassing.

We shall meet in some alternate universe,

where I can watch you grow

and remain this perfect ball of innocence.

My dearest daughter

you are beautiful,

this I want you to remember.

Reviews

[Farhan Shaikh]

Very good topic chosen...well penned..plzz keep writing

[Ria]

Thank you so much. I really appreciate that :)