Well Daughter

Well daughter, I'll tell you...

Your dreams are rivers

Calm, straight forward

Most of the time.

Sometimes you meet rapids,

Falling down hard like waterfalls,

Dreams are tricky things

Sometimes forming out of nowhere,

Sometimes hiding in the tinest of spaces 

But daughter,

Your dream is your goal,

And someday, like a river

You will reach your ocean.

You celebrate

But it doesn't end there.

Your life will make new rivers

And your life

Will never end

At the first

Stop 

This poem is about: 
My family

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