So this was supposed to have posted a couple weeks ago, but my automated posting systems apparently need some work…
Out for a couple weeks, but today’s my daughter’s birthday.
In honor of that, the first interlude for Emarosa, The Willow in the Wood, is posted, along with a poem for her.
“For My Daughter”
You are, of course, beautiful.
But no one cares about that.
Beauty is a dime a dozen, my dear,
and if you get caught up in it you’ll surely lose yourself.
You are, without a doubt, strong.
But people can’t see inside you.
No one will ever know the things that burn within,
But if you’re lucky, a precious few will try.
You are, most certainly, clever.
But wit alone doesn’t mean much if you don’t know how to use it.
If you have to tell everyone how great you are,
You probably aren’t.
You are, in no unclear terms, loved.
But it won’t always feel like it.
There will be days darkness looms in the skies above,
And it’ll take all you have to keep looking forward.
Most of all, you are my daughter.
But you’re no longer a child, and it’s time you found the world.
Whatever path you choose, do it with confidence, and do it with grace.
Your life’s my gift as mine is yours, don’t put it waste.