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