my daughter loves

just as fiercely as I do

intense and graceful

at the same time

she chafes with wants

three years old

her little eyes can’t hold

everything she doesn’t know

yet it will never be

the way I did

as long as I breathe

she will never know

violence at home

or that she doesn’t own the

space between her thoughts

for her I sacrifice my whole

for her I give every part of me

for her I love like there never




for her I will grow old instead

of the alternative living for myself

even if she never came back again

after she left and there was only silence

now that I’ve tasted this freedom

in being

from releasing fear

nothing would change the only way to teach

is to master the way of giving without clinging