June 9, 2004

I guess a blog called "Poetry in the Everyday" should have some poetry. So here's my entry for today, dedicated to my stepdaughter K.


Miller's Daughter

I was driving, you were next to me
As I began to unspin the fairy tale
I lifted the coronet from my head
And I tell you how the golden threads were made.

This, my daughter, is the secret
I love you perfectly, but am not perfect
They put me in a room full of straw
Someone else spun all this gold.

I only did what I could do
with so little skill and all to lose
I didn't make it, I only made it mine
and now I have a King and crown.

I am just the Miller's daughter
without any special gifts or talents
only a little luck, some brains, a blessing
and a heart to save the princess.