She’s my candle in darkness.
When some cold thing twists before her eyes
she hesitates, searching for strength
to keep going on.
She falls into a state of alone-ness,
then hides from me
until we find our way back to each other;
no grudges held, no burning anger.
Just our desperate longing for unity,
a fierce belief in the power of two.
My daughter, spiritual warrior that she is,
just wants her mother, a warm place to be.
I try to be warm for her, to melt the ice
we both carry, the cold that tells us lies.
It’s so hard to be what she needs, but I
aim to with all the Mother’s power
That can be mustered, though it’s strange,
foreign in my hands.
It leaves me sweating & shaken, killing shame
for her sake as she urges me on.