Daughter

Kindness to children, love for children, goodness to children – these are the only investments that never fail. - Thoreau

tears flow like water

filling a plastic ocean

don't call me daughter

Author's Note

“Every child begins the world again, to some extent, and loves to stay outdoors, even in wet and cold. It plays house, as well as horse, having an instinct for it...At last we know not what it is to live in the open air, and our lives are domestic in more senses than we think.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear Pete
there is something melancholy about this short yet beautiful piece…. i listened to the music and it seemed as if you were looking back on moments between yourself and your daughter that were not so pleasant….perhaps she did not want to be called “daughter” ….the tears are your tears as you describe them as a plastic ocean…. also very sad…..but maybe it’s tears of joy….. all children are born to explore;
i tried to listen closely to the words, but the refrain kept coming back to me in a negative way…usually fathers and daughters are close….
warmly, B🌷

[Pete]

very astute thoughts b. yes, it is a deep, melancholy song, very touching as it tugs at heartstrings. i don't have a daughter but apparently the song is about one with learning difficulties looked at as misbehavior and rebelliousness until they're finally able to diagnose her and begin looking at and treating her in a different light. thanks for the great share.

[Betty Hermelee]

a pleasure, my friend....
Warmly, B

[Vol]

Pete,
Well, this one is a bullet to the head...
Vol

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pete... who knows the mysteries of the heart; as a child, we learn more at the Ocean as the Waves splash on the Shore. A father and a daughter discover the vastness together. softly. Pat

[Pete]

nice take. i would have to agree - we learn more about each other in the raw context of nature. thanks for the share.