She’s survived so much, and yet she seems
vulnerable, as if she might break in two.
This first born of mine has endured the worst
of man, yet still believes she can make a difference.
She helps the helpless, the homeless, the vagabond;
in times of need she stretches out her hand
to lift up those who cannot stand by themselves.
She is an angel in disguise, but self deception
prevents her seeing the reality of the situation.
She is loved, desired, and treasured by all who
really know her. She is fragile and full of fear
that stops others from getting near and knowing her.
But yet, this daughter of mine is like a palm tree;
she will bend, but not break under the weight
of the demands of life; indeed she will bounce
back and be stronger than ever. This I know.