DaughtersA Poem by Steven Fleissner
You are my daughters and
I am your dad. We are family. You are strawberry preserves and I am the farms' butter. We are Comfort. You are shiny balloons and I am the air. We are Celebration. You are sleepy-eyed alarms and I am the fire stations'. We are Morning. You are the pastel-checkered tablecloth and I am the tall table. We are Spring's holiday. You are the beams and I am the bolts. We are Eiffel's Tower. You are the songs and I am the poem. We are Art. You are paint and I am the brush. We are Masterpiece. You are the flowers and I am the Pine. We are the landscape. You are the sunshine and I am warm winds. We are the climate. You are the young women and I am Father. we are Archetype. You are students and I am teacher. We are lessons-learned. You are sails and I am ship. We are Freedom. You are pretty smiles I am gut laughter. We are Happiness. You are sharp and I am flat. We are the concerto. You are the Meaning of Life and I am the philosopher. We are Fate. You are my daughters and I am your dad. We are Love.
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