Guidance to my girls

Guidance to my girls

This happy new endearment,

It fills me with contentment;

My girls look at me and smile,

I finally feel that style,

That tells me life is good;

Life can change its roots,

Life can turn round the sun,

Make you feel like you’ve won,

A part that was never found before,

In the distant childhood door;



My girls can now know,

That my new glow,

Means I am finally leading them,

That all they want, they can,

That all they dream, they will,

That with all that’s in their hands,

No man can punish them;


That all they need is to believe,

In the one they want to be,

That all their love can be constructive,

And all their fears destructive;

That all they want to achieve,

Is at their fingertip,

All they need is to believe,

In their possibilities,

In themselves, in their heart,

That needs following to the top;



All I want them to know,

Is that they don’t need to show,

The world around how they can please,

They need to listen to themselves,

And follow their own, heart and desires,

Toward their soul bonfires;



I was one who was mostly alone,

Made mistakes that I now know,

Grew with them, but all together,

Healed some scars, but made others,

To me, to them, that we need to heal,

To forget and not pass over as faults,

Generation’s own defaults;



There is a key for all these,

Scars that couldn’t be eased,

There is a possibility,

To heal and turn them into utility,

So we can learn and become stronger,

Feel loved and go over,

All that might have been,

All the negative in between;



So have a voice, my girls,

Create the life your heart desires,

Ignore all the negativity, the mire,

That tries to hold you back,

And follow your heart’s track.




Photo by Kevin Schmid on Unsplash




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