And What, Friends, Is Called A Road?
And what, friends, is called a daughter? If there is, friends, a little girl,
impressionable, precious, complex, in need of love, desiring of security,
warmth, kindness, giving of kindness, who is brave, who witnesses
storms in awe and in fright, who enjoys big trees, has seen the fighting
of her parents, owns a teddybear, goes with a teddybear, carries a white
stuffed polar bear throughout her childhood, who is five, who is six,
who is nine, who makes little camps in livingrooms, or in the backs of
great cars, who is as an enfoldment of joy and whose life, despite her
parents’ efforts, is still surrounded by the causes of death, who is ten,
who still finds grief, whose small hands are growing away, whose large
eyes are growing away, whose funny way of talking is growing away.
This, friends, is called a daughter.
by Gabriel Gudding from Action Yes Online Quarterly