My Daughter Loves Me

She came to me Through misty visionLest I slip into forgettingAnd told me “You are the big wave,And I the little wave.You’ve taught me how to sail.”And then she wrapped me upWithin her arms as one more reminderThat she loves me.And that was sacred, blessed.I thought that, perhaps, She could not forgive me,That she could not love me.But I see that perhaps she doesEven to spite, or because Of the thing I am.Thank you, Father,And please don’t let me forget!