Remember, little unborn
We have an affinity with
When we do not speak our
Listen to the wings of our hearts
Beating against the bars
Nor use our beaks
Small but still strong and
Push open the many doors, which stand in our way.
© Susan Lynn Gesmer, To The Daughters I Never Had, 2005
2 thoughts on “To The Daughters I Never Had”
You are so deep and true. This poem is just right, in succinctness, clarity, essence, imagery, length. Yes, “we have an affinity with the dead” when we are not true to ourselves. Susan, thank for a poem that speaks to me.
I don’t know how it is possible I have not seen your comment in all these many years. Thank you, Barbara.