Dear Daughter 1

A poem by Jo-Anne Gordon

When you were born,
the world was torn
into separate corners.

New rules were made
for labour and play
while each country raised its borders.

When I was born,
the world was worn
but we shook another’s hand freely.

It’s changed a lot,
may I offer what I’ve got
on life that is lived so differently.

There are matters, dear daughter,
that I have respected,
precious details to be expected;

Truth is told in people’s eyes,
pleasure and fear,
courage and cries,
this, I am certain, no mask can hide.

People are saddened,
people are strained,
people are longing,
we are born for belonging.

Keeping connected is a modern-day art.
It’s a true gift of peace
to touch someone’s heart.

Isolation is
an enemy’s game,
so look other’s in their eyes
as you listen for their name.

About Jo-Anne Gordon

I am South African born, with a fiery, passionate heart. I absolutely adore the smell of fireplaces burning in winter and freshly brewed coffee first thing in the morning. I am a dreamer, a deep thinker and have been on the most amazing spiritual journey since 2004. I am most captivated by black and white photography and my favourite moments in life are when you laugh until your sides ache. Always seeking, always learning, and always aspiring to a fully present life anchored by grace.

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