An open letter
to my daughter
For
Edith
A Statement of Faith
and so on…
When the streetlights come on
I am the mother of god-
the meaning of life
or
my purpose
light shone from my womb
as it shines from yours
A light who’s rays
can be felt
straight through
only eclipsed by
its successors’
In the offing
The soil is ready
Inborn is all the makings
of flesh and bone
You are the smallest
in an infinite
set of nesting dolls
