I love my daughter
Let’s get that out on the table
Right away

And

It is hard for me
to love my daughter

Not for herself
She is wild rain in the desert
and the smell of creosote

It is hard to love
The the things I see in her
That remind me
I don’t love myself

And yet
I love her completely
I see her clearly

And
She loves me completely
She sees me clearly

And so
I come to love
Those tender places
Slowly