Tiger Daughter

my daughter is a trusting canary

outside she whispers

lullabies to the moonlight

her eyes unblinking

innocent as angel-shaped snow


my daughter is an intuitive butterfly

remodelling herself inside

each commercial trend

her eyes glossy

inquisitive as unsettled dust


my daughter is a puissant tigress

cleaning – petting – chiding

her charges of tomorrow

her eyes alert

mindful as reclaimed air


in an eon I will not see


my daughter is a supernova

bursting the barriers of the body

into a space where inequality

is an antiquated myth

her eyes warmed

sated as windowless sunlight