House of the Rising Daughter

Give thanks to your mansion

of a mama in that cold square room

the push and pull of breath

that brought you round the bend

On the shores of our regret

we celebrate you    angel—

the future needs you

to star in its story

Your face a rising sun clotted

with beauty’s blood—your first

glass ceiling so perfectly shattered

Watch how you pounce the horizon—

closed eyes blind with light

ever shining

Head first

into a temple of gloves

hair wet and tangled with

the fury of your coming

Welcome angel

to this crash landing life  

Your battle cry joins the symphony