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 heart for adventure. A surfer girl who loves the ocean, the warm sun and the way the sea salt thickens my hair and sticks to my skin. I have been on the most amazing spiritual journey since 2004. I am a dreamer, a deep thinker and I love to write. I am most fascinated by black and white photography and my favourite moments in life are the ones spent in fits of laughter with my beautiful friends. Always seeking, always learning and always aspiring to a fully present life rooted in love.

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