I am not my Father*s daughter for nothing

I have been here before, in this struggle to deal with changing rules and regulations and human systems.  I realize how much my own father taught me to approach things creatively, while honoring the rules and regulations and systems, to stand back and see where the stepping stones are.  I am not big on praying to or imagining God as Father, but here it seems I am my Father*s daughter as well.  This is a huge comfort, all by itself.

I am not the daughter

Of an attorney

For nothing.

I learned at my father*s knee

To question

The Understood.

I learned

To approach things

Creatively,

Wade in the shallows

On the edge of the lake

Before

Jumping in;

Then

Climb out, get dry,

Consider the water

Again,

See

Where the rocks bump up

Against the surface,

Provide

Stepping stones

To the other side.

I am not my father*s daughter

For nothing.

I know this very familiar place,

This place where

What I thought was true

Isn*t,

What I counted on

Must be refigured again

And again.

I am not my Father*s daughter

For nothing.