TO: You Know Which Daughter You Are.
I've been shoring up your walls so long
You hammer a beat to your own song.
I labored for this strong and tall
To make certain that you'd never fall.
When you stray I call you back
I fill another gaping crack.
Find tumbled stones, how did I miss?
And wonder how it came to this.
As soon as my back is turned
You forget all you've learned.
Marauders come to pillage and break
Then toss away the treasures they take.
I grab a shovel and dig a moat.
Somehow they will find a boat.
My arrows ready, I will shoot
Pull weeds out at the root
Behind a wall of gracious deeds
Smiling, you plant more seeds.
I lug some wood to prop things straight
Rebuild what I might create
Whitewash splashed on the wall
Excuses made to explain a fall
All this to postpone the fear
Of losing what I hold so dear.
With no regard to what I say
You gladly let it crumble away.
I ponder and wonder day and night
How I didn't get it right
I laid the plans and followed through
Knew exactly what to do
To accomplish this great endeavor
A master work to last forever
Deep inside the truth is known
You chip away at your own stone.
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