Ancient Song
Mary, my Mary!
Mother mine, sacred, holy.
Grandmother blesses purely.
Sister of comfort.
Daughter shines blown mindedness
chaos. How does she DO that?
Spawned of legacy,
shunning negativity,
destined to be just as born.
Unbridled power,
intelligent compassion.
You've got the world by its horns!
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Written in honor of my daughter on the eve of her nineteenth birthday
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011
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