TamTalk!!! Vol. 1, Issue 14
This one is for our daughters and baby sisters who are watching our every move while making their own decisions and charting their own paths!
I wrote the first draft of this poem when my daughter was 2 years old. That’s her in the pic featured here already determined and armed with her own ideas and gifts! She is now 19 blazing her own path and trail with a fierceness that I admire and that inspires me.
I pray that I reflect that same fierceness blessed with a love and grace that she too admires. The poem says the rest:
Daughter, War Goddess,
eyes, molasses pools
although you came ready-made, know that
I, your servant,
will pull the thread
from the very last horizon
and weave elegant mail
to gird you.
I will melt stars,
hammer for hours your shield.
With these mouths of mine,
I, ju woman,
will break bread of stone,
swallow the moon full,
drink a river rushing
and sop blood with a biscuit
With mortal arms, feeble hands, and wilting fingers,
I will reach beyond the bowels of time,
bring forth your sword.
even as an old woman,
I, ever pregnant with laughter,
surrounded by striplings
upon my whirling garden,
shall dance along the beach’s edge
gathering shells and bones,
casting psalms upon the waters.
I shall dance along that beach’s edge
in praise of your victory infinite. @ 2013, Tamara J. Madison
How do you inspire your daughter(s)? How does she inspire you? Have you let her know lately? You just might want to share this poem with her!
I look forward to hearing from you!