if sometimes
you are loud, my daughter
it is because
those three continents
you spring from
shout together in one voice,
uniquely yours,
braided into one note,
a history, sometimes bitter
but purified, distilled
& blended into your beauty,
& by others like you
who shape their own names
who rise out of their parents
singing
of new colors, new forms
new thinking
& who will one day
know what it is
to fly
***not sure this is done yet–might be a fragment of something larger, or not
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Love, love. So beautiful. Keep it or write it separately…but give it to her to keep. She will treasure it!
Thank you, Rhonda–you should have seen the mess I pulled this out of–a horrible piece I started yesterday–I have learned to never, ever write when I’m PO’d 🙂
Done or not, it’s lovely.
George, thank you so much 🙂
I like it now. 🙂
Thank you–you did not have the dubious **pleasure** of seeing it in its infancy 🙂
Beautiful! A mother’s love, pride and hope shine through!
Thanks Noel–I think I pulled out what I could save from that draft & this was the result. Glad you liked it.
Good morning I have nominated you for a Versatile Blogger Award http://wp.me/p1555s-vm. I can put one of your poems on the post, it can be the smallest one.
THanks so much for your support, DOris!
You welcome Susan
🙂
I just had to weep because my dad strikes his tongue like a whip and has no desire to understand me~ Blessings friend ~Deborah
Oh, Deb, I am so sorry. Definitely his loss.
Like for many reasons. Asides from the name being my maternal grandmothers who I miss ever so much. Zoe, charming no matter how many times it chimes : )
Thank you very much!