
daughter writes as well as you,/
sans hope’s perspective.
My daughter: Before/
she ran with wolves, she danced with/
salmon, spied turtles.
It’s sad my daughter’s/
validation must come from/
others, not the One.
As I wait to fly/
to N’awleans, my daughter’s/
note moves me to tears.
In honor of my/
child and her mom, I let the/
Harlem Shuffle play.
OR
In honor of my/
daughter, I didn’t turn off/
the Harlem Shuffle.
I warned my daughters: /
“Stay far from creepy guys.” I/
have few female friends.