It’s not easy..
It’s not easy to be a daughter
I see him care for my happiness even at 70+. He still wants to cook my favorite food, stand by me in weak moments of my dilemma .. and lets me know without words, how proud he is of me! He still fuels my courage and breaks my fear! When I look at his hands, there are tales of how hard life has been and when I look at his face, it reflects how he made it all humorous and light for us! I want him to stay, my eyes swell up with a silent cry but he has to go just because I am a daughter..
It’s not easy to be a daughter..
When my eyes look at her, the wrinkles on her face tell the untold story of a long journey she has travelled. Her eyes are tired of all that she has seen, and her hands are soft like the coconut jelly. When she holds my hand, I feel my creator! The whole divinity vibrates in her arms. My heart aches to “unhug” her, my flow of unconditional love.. but she has to go.. just because I am a daughter!
It’s not easy to be a daughter..
My throat chokes to say “no” to them, when I want to give them the whole world really, but I am conscious it’s not my home where I grew up feeling like a princess. I must let go… it’s not easy.
Every time I see the Airport sign, my heart feels the hard beat! I know the time is closer… it’s goodbye time, my heart sinks and tears are in super control. Prayers of their protection, happiness, and health floods through my frequency. A twinkle keeps polishing my longing, from the time they wave goodbye till the time I hug them hi! It’s not easy to be a daughter…
