Daughters are like sunshine. They radiate light and sprinkle hope. They dazzle you with new ideas and bright promises of future flourishing, illuminating everyone and everything they come across. Under a daughter's glowing warmth, small flowers can take up hope and microscopic mollusks slough off their shells, encouraged by such vivid luminosity.
Daughters are like moonshine. They tenderly urge you from your slumbering state and poke you gently in the ribs. "Time to get up, time to get up!" they whisper in your ear, and you reply, "But it is midnight, and I am tired." And still their reflected light shimmers softly against your wrinkling cheek, and up you get to share the night with them.
Daughters are like starshine, effortlessly carrying you off into unknown galaxies, each of you alone but unafraid, together and apart forever, here and ever after, giving light, giving love, sharing hope, nurturing, guiding, fostering, quietly beaming down upon you from their place up in the sky.
Archived Monday, July 21, 2008
