Bough No More

Daughter of My Daughter

Watching you by the water’s edge
As you looked for answers
And pondered your reflection

Will I always consider
Life this way?
What will I look like
When I grow old?

Little fish
Swam away
At your Approach
And a touch of sadness
Nicked at your heart

How I wished
I could be that 
Strong bough
Over your head
Over your life

To stop the pains
To shield and defend
At every turn
To obliterate
Any who do not
Respect your gentleness

Not to be
Not to be
If you are to become
A bough of strength
For others

Daughter of My Daughter

Daughter of my daughter,
Come, walk with me

So many things to say
Before the sun sets
And sleep overcomes.

In the strength 
Of your mother

Your eyes,
Like hers
Full of life and cheer

Will illuminate
Where you have walked

No ill word
Will pass through
Where ears may judge

Will be your name
Will be your sword