Daughters – by Kath Pengilley


I wish you could see the beauty
I see when I fill my eyes with you.

When you look in the mirror
I wish you saw the light of yourself.

The light I held in my arms,
and watched grow brighter

until, incandescent, you
held your own light multiplied.
As mine was.




Kath is as yet unpublished and also known as The Poetic Baker. She is a member of Otley Poets and occasionally appears at Word Club in Leeds. She is the proud owner of a strange mind, and a small black car. She was born in Wales and moved to Keighley Yorkshire, where she now lives with two cats, nearly twenty five years ago.

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