Daughterlight
The first home any of us knew, was a mother's heart.
Tonight she is soft and loved,
by the warm light only a daughter can bestow.
Tonight no candle flame can match the heart and tiny hands she once felt growing inside her.
Unseen, they still reach for her face,
as though the whole world were simple as:
a mother, an evening,
and love enough to light eternity.
The first light, best light, we ever know.