In shadowed light
Through filtered lens
I saw a glimpse
of fathers end.
Of daughters rise
Emerging glory
Stepping boldly
Into her own story
Not yet written
But past a draft
A lovley story,
Fore and aft
Only in audience
I watched her depart
Finding her own way
Directing her own heart
A nostalgic sadness
For ego's caress
Not letting go
Of old address
But applaud I did
And ever will do
To honor what's past
And embrace what's new
Her story's my story
If lesser role
Tis the way of things
To salve the old
I saw a glimpse
Of her hopes and dreams
Laid bare to all
Yet to all esteem
And now 'tis me
Who will find my place
With joyful heart
For her embrace
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 1:13 AM UTC
In shadowed light
Through filtered lens
I saw a glimpse
of fathers end.
Of daughters rise
Emerging glory
Stepping boldly
Into her own story
Not yet written
But past a draft
A lovley story,
Fore and aft
Only in audience
I watched her depart
Finding her own way
Directing her own heart
A nostalgic sadness
For ego's caress
Not letting go
Of old address
But applaud I did
And ever will do
To honor what's past
And embrace what's new
Her story's my story
If lesser role
Tis the way of things
To salve the old
I saw a glimpse
Of her hopes and dreams
Laid bare to all
Yet to all esteem
And now 'tis me
Who will find my place
With joyful heart
For her embrace
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