An open letter

                                                                  to my daughter                                                              




A Statement of Faith

 and so on     


When the streetlights come on

       I am the mother of god-

the meaning of life


                    my purpose                


 light shone from my womb

       as it shines from yours 


A light whos rays

can be felt

                straight through            

only eclipsed by

  its successors’ 


In the offing

         The soil is ready         

Inborn is all the makings

of   flesh and bone       


You are the smallest

 in an infinite

set of nesting dolls