Poem Number Two in a Year

I wrote a letter to my daughter late last night. 

Late at night my thoughts turned to her and to daughter or son never had. 

Hours spent writing of the love we share

Of hopes and dreams

I want the best for her and whatever that means

But knowing nothing is not much

Or it is every thing. 

We get caught up in the knowing

Sometimes it's too much and leads us to ignorance of another's path. 

But knowledge is power

Freedom from oppressions chains

And I'll preach the power of that till the State executes me for the power of those words.  

All this I tried to say in love so she may listen. 

Knowing in the end that these words on paper or not may echo down the years to the woman she will become. 

Don't live in ignorance. 

Do not ignore history and think you are not OF it. All this. 

All this. 

All this and much more

Of the love we share. 

     David McCullough

     July 8, 2015