Dear, Daughter Poem by James McLain

Dear, Daughter,
No one fully understands the message
that we weave except the spider in the web.
Some times punctuation is left out on purpose.
Some time using a word that has more than one meaning conveys the meaning in more ways than one.
People are educated differently and thus by each hand touched the head retains some of that which was conveyed for good or bad.
Success perhaps is predicated on style unique.
co mingling of the word and all you seek.
Like a bowl of home made chicken soup.
The alphabet we try to find, when we are full....