This part of your life is rest,
Daughter,
bookended by sunset and rise.
May you find at the end of each day,
Daughter,
You’ll be warm, asleep, closed eyes.
This pace of your life is a beat,
Daughter,
Played with thoughts and words you speak.
When at last you cast aside worry,
Daughter,
You’ll be fast asleep and at peace.
This place of your life is ocean,
Daughter,
Massive, meant to be explored.
But till next you awake, refreshed,
Daughter,
You’ll be deep asleep and restored.
The pattern of your life is song,
Daughter,
Built upon the rhythm of each day.
When you reach the rest, the quiet,
Daughter,
You will be sound asleep and safe.