what does she think as she walks along the sea?
I watch her wander off and wonder what she’ll be.
does she search for seashells
-we’d collected quite a few-
is she content in this moment
or wishing for something to do.
to be alone together, the grace of solitude
to have ones world held in love
and room for it to bloom
cada cabesa es un mundo
(in each head, a whole world)
what does she think as she walks along the sea?
sun in her face, walking on water.
Lord if I know, I think to myself
as she turns, smiles at me,
beautiful daughter.
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