My daughter,
You will always be of me
And nobody can change that
You are made from the very morsels I ate
And molded of the thoughts I thought
You’re brimming with the material where I could
You’re empty where I could not
The distance you intend to put between us
shrivels at the sound of my voice
For the heart that slept to my lullabies
Beats to my rhythm without a choice
You rage at the mirror that you see me in
Cracks, flaws and hair undone
The image of me is permanent
But the masks you built, shatter a million
There is no God nor heaven for you, my love
Not even the certainty of hell
Just the desolation of a cracked soul
As you replace me with every barter and sell
You are of me and nothing can change that
You thrash and jump in vain
So cry at my shoulder and sleep in my lap
Come. Be whole again