the daughter
February 6, 2008 by rick mobbs
Posted in 'tis a gift to be simple, aa, chiquitica, light, love, poetry | 11 Comments
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sweet
That was absolutely lovely.
thank you, oz, marianne.
[...] the daughter [...]
oh wow, those last two lines, sublime. Lovely……..
oh i love the concept of this.. like souls destined to be together… simply beautiful!!
Before I was born, my dad knew that he would have a daughter. I am the third child and I have three brothers. I think my dad desperately wished for a girl after two boys and got it.
He used to say, daughters choose their parents.
“in the hills her soul found ours,”
This describes the same sentiment…
However, a child is special..be it a son or a daughter….
A primordial lullaby, from a father’s heart. A treasure for the babe.
This just gave me chills….so so beautiful & perfect.
love desire water fire… built on laughter from a thousand times ago… being born with purpose gotta remember that..
A love song to her unborn soul, as if you held out your hand and touched her gossamer essence.