Daughter That I Never Had
John I. Blair
Daughter that I never had
From an island that Iíve never seen
Whose native songs I cannot sing
I guess what moves within your mind,
What Malaysian memories,
Birds and blooms and animals,
Scents from crowded market stalls.
I love you as my very own,
True partner to my single son,
But can never really grasp
Just who you are.
And yet the progeny I leave,
My heritage down through the years,
Will half be you within their genes
And share with you these mysteries.
(For Chiew Fui Chyi Blair)
©2005 John I. Blair
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