Daughters

Why would she? A simple wisp a twinkle in the eye bring so many tears When she said goodbye Who gave her the right? Once a little girl now a woman leaving wings outstretched flocking toward the future What will become of her? A simple cacoon wrapped in traditions culture crumbling catapulting forward When will she return? The doors are open a home unspoken love unbroken by a pain so great Where will she go? She has but tiptoed on soft floors been lovingly adored Never scarred or burned take care, for now my daughter Not all is what it appears to be. Someday return to me.