Letter to My Daughter

I am reading Letter to My Daughter;
my mother never wrote this to me,
left as I was to figure out life, how
to jump from rock to rock without
falling in, or how to jump out before
drowning.

I write letters to my daughter all the
time, my pen laid against paper
late at night or first thing in the morning,
my efforts mostly lie in
writing legibly.

My letters are written in the hands
which have caressed her, my
lips which have brushed against
her hair, in my eyes
which have watched
her grow into a
woman.