My daughter you are a

True princess

The way you twirl toilet paper

Around your waist

The way you clop around

In my  heels

Swinging your Big Bird purse

On one chubby arm. 

 

My daughter, your struggle

Is not fought alone

For I love you, always

The nights you stumble

Into my bed

Chased by nightmares

I hold you close

And promise to protect you

Though the only promise

I can make is the time

You are in my arms.

To tell what was done to you

My daughter,

 

Like a castle wall

your voice was lost

  and the the smallest sound

 Silenced

 

 overgrown with ivy.

  My daughter, you alone found the courage

To find your words again

 

 

You have forever lost

The enchantment of

Your first years of life

Torn between love for “daddy”

And fear of what he did. 

My daughter, you are

A true princess

I believe in something

More precious than Fairy tales

 I believe in you.   

 

Evanlee Juliet Perth ©2005