Each Morning, Daughters

In these quiet early hours,
before the day begins,
my heart finds its way
to each of you,
my grown daughters.

I float back and back
to our deepest beginnings,
when I had
the sacred privilege
of nourishing
your eversame spirit
in the dark stillness
of dawn.

Wrap her in love,
I pray,
and help her
to be brave and strong
for the day ahead.

Most of all,
I bask
in overflowing gratitude
for the miracle
that is each of you.

By Maria Brady-Smith
Photo by Mike Smith