Meeting you, asleep, amongst flowers
I curse you for destroying my youth
You are my enemy, I could kill you
The misty veil cannot hide the truth
And I too, your daughter, sleeping
Wish that you could also be dead
Standing between my freer self and me
My life will not echo all you have said
The cock crows, dew evaporates
Eyes open to the love of daughter and mother
The human condition, the order of nature
There is nothing else to be placed above her
Based on another Khalil Gibran parable
Discovering you were wrong is an update, not a failure, and your worldview is a living document meant to be revised.
Julia Galef
1994ever 
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