Daughters… why are they special?
Like dew drops, soothing.
A balm for your slightest pain
She hides her tears
Fame with fortune for just one family…
Who’s that? Of course, your son
He carries your name…
Bringing respect-n-respectability to not one, but to two families;
Who do you think that is… No doubt, your daughter!
Who may give up her name… embracing another
One’s no less than the other…
Your son’s the star, diamond-like… bright, shining
Your daughter’s the hidden pearl… elegant, her luster brilliant
Call it nature, be it fate, or the ways of this strange world,
Treading the ground strewn with thorns, she walks alone,
Tender, flower-like, calming to your eyes… that is your daughter.
No, this isn’t blank verse,
Search for no meter, no beat, nor rhythm in these words,
But they’re not empty, and there is a rhyme and reason
About why they’re written
A cup of crystal-clear water,
Or the morning dew drop,
When you’re down, or feeling downright low
You’ll pick up the phone
To call someone…
What’s there to think
Who do you have
On speed dial
More than likely
There’s your daughter!