This is a poem for your beautiful daughters
You stand out among all the other potters (if any)
And it's needless to say, that these vessels you've made
Are indeed a job well done, so Well done
But one thing though
Enable me to treat them with the honor and respect they deserve
Cos many a times, I tend to ignore the “handle with care” label
That comes with the package from you
Please
Help me to see that they are more than just parts
To cherish them and appreciate that they have hearts
That are delicate, and not meant to be broken
Tender, yet heavyweight....
So I don't want to take this lighlty
I want to be able to look into their eyes and see it brightly, shine
Showing the reflection of your own beauty....
And let it be my duty
To serve your daughters
I mean every single one of them
From the youngest to the oldest
Not to seek what I can get from them
But to try my best to add to them
Cos only then, can the equation be balanced
And to put selflessness in the mix
In order to beat all odds
Even if others think it's somewhat odd
“Behold
...they are made of gold”
And I could testify that a lot of work needs be done
To unearth these treasures...
Gems!
They must be precious, in your sight
And it's for the same reason they are in mine
But Who could resist these queens?
Not me, I'll confess
But then again, I'll confess
That more work needs to be done in addressing them as such
They are your daughters!
Our sisters, Aunties, and Mothers
Found on every corner, of the globe
A toast should be made, I suppose
To celebrate your daughters...
But the greatest honor that could be given them
Is to indeed see them as your daughters...