Daily Poem: tell our daughters ~ besmilr brigham
tell our daughters
~ besmilr brigham
each is beautiful
a woman’s life
makes it (that awareness)
through her touch
descendants
of strict age
set against vanity
not secure in loveliness
a girl is born
like a little bird opening its wing
she lifts her face
in a down of feathers
a rose,
opens its leaves
with such a natural care
that we give words for
petal deep
in the imagination
a word becomes
a bitter thing
or a word is
an imagination
tell our daughters they are
fragile as a bird
strong as the rose
deep as a word
and let them make
their own growing time
big with tenderness
Roses and Clematis
