Daughters.  Daughters .  Daughters.


I went outside to find her
Gathering stones into rows
Stooped there beside them
Like a shaman reading bones
I knelt to ask about mysteries
She smiled and kissed my cheek
Then she returned to rowing stones
Just let me have a peek
Of things no photo can hold
The smell of her baby shampoo
Her tracery of kiss
Pine scented breeze blown through
Her eyes that roved the stones
That sought an order I could not
The child's understanding
Adulthood comes to blot
That child the lawyer grown
Solving mysteries all too new
So far from that cement walk
And still a knowing quick kiss
When she lets me talk