My Honest Daughter
I will not veil Her
Attempt to cover
Her fear
Her face in pain
Distortion
I will not attempt to cloak her
In words of depression or lack or desperation
I will sit here &
Honour
The face of my daughter.
Through wrack & ruin
Through Gods honest will
She brought me bladderwrack sea kelp buckthorn
She brought me nets that needed sewing
She brought her brown eyes to
Me
Open
I could see in her knowing she was black
Death had taken its toll
She brought honey on teaspoons first thing in the morning
Do not attempt to deny me was really her offering
The tears were in her eyes
The warmth was in her belly
‘I take a teaspoon of honey for the heart in the morning ‘
Her chemistry
Was applecider vinegar
Chocolate beyond measure
She liked the good quality
Sea air & fresh air
She was the one holding nature
Delicately & balanced
While death came to her body
& rearranged Her
I saw her early in the morning
Through fresh honest eyes
A selkie beloved in sea foam & laughter
Returned to her kin that she knows
✨
Do not fear her
My Honest sweet daughter
For in Real Truth lies her nature
You will see her buried at the bottom
Looking out for strangers who might trap Her
You will see her buried from the waist down
All the strangers who tried to tame her
And you will see her with honest green hands , the gifts she took to the garden
When she had no one left but being nature 🍃
For every death there is a new beginning
We have to cherish Her; death. She is part of the cycles of nature
And without her there is no Life at all
🦋
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