Freia Cassandra

an epistle to my daughter's compleaño written during the tempest of december 07, 2015

This day’s a miracle  

The tempest was over

Ruby’s the name

It’s my beloved baby’s day

My dear Freia, the rosette of my heart

To comprehend for the distance between us

Is timely every time I think.

There’s not a doubt how a father’s love perseveres

Despite the adversities and the loneliness.

 

Alone though as I am

I write with all my might

Hoping someday, my dearest

That you’ll read my verses.

I intend to make them sweet

Though they’re short as your tresses

Tonight I would gladly sleep

With the wish for your embrace.

 

Though I look like a comet

And may come like the Perseids,

For you my daughter, I’ll come

as soon as the chances permits

As soon as I can I’ll send you to a future

A future with such secured abundance

Truth is changed depending on whose mouth

It comes from, so love, please do,

find  what is true.

 

For I Iove you too dearly

And I asks God , to protect you

From your youthful days, to the coming years.

 

Happy birthday my dearest Freia…