Today I want to celebrate my daughter along with all the other women in our lives. I wrote this poem for her several years ago, but this dynamite woman has re-entered my life as a close friend and confidant. Today isn't especially important in our lives, but The Ordinary Day can be special enough.
The Power of One
Copper hair cascades down
your back while flecks of
red-gold drops settle across your nose.
Red rage flame and copper power
creates the power of one.
The power of one water drop
blended with many of God's other crystal creations
form majestic waterfalls for all to see.
You are that power of one.
Created in love and built
From the power of those before you.
Mother, aunts, grandmothers, all
captured into one blending
of our souls into a guardian angel
that still flitters from my shoulder to yours.