I know there’s no beam of sun,
 No natural illumination,
   Deep in the prison.
   Keep this vision
     Of fresh water
       Glazing over
       The face of
   Your daughter.
   We’re raising her.
 We’ve fought for her.
 We let her sorrow seep
Into the well in our eyes,
Lessening her painful cries,
Listening and letting her free
Her mindful mind full of feeling,
Healing her down to sleep with me,
Stealing so many looks at her from the
Doorway, it’s memento mori, it’s her story,
It’s about comfort and laughter even in disaster,
And every chapter we write together will get better,
I promise her it will be all right as I kiss her goodnight,
And tomorrow, I whisper, we’ll write a love song for Mom
And send her the letter, and if only from within, with our gift,
I know we’ll have let
Some light
In