Daughters Poem by Kim Keith

You and I fill the uncomfortable silence with small talk;
can’t seem to reach beyond the superficial.
Let’s try to break bricks and bread and enjoy what little we have.

I call you Rainbow: you paint my world in Technicolor
with a single nod, a glance, a smile from you—vivid hues.
I’ll outline the way for you to color your destiny.

In a rift between fire and water, one consumes, one soothes.
I’m caught in the middle again where I don’t want to be.
I dream of white flags, colors, and a bond that hasn’t formed—yet.