The Word

There is a word that means something special to me
It’s amazing and wonderful and will always be
So glorious and scary all in the same breath
But I will hold it sacred and close to the vest
This word has meaning to those that possess it
Always treasure and respect and never oppress it
This word needs nurturing and an abundance of care
As I keep it with me, it will always be there
But someday I will release it and never dispair
This thought of it vanishing into thin air
For I know that one day this word will return
No matter the distance, the candle will burn
My heart has been full since this word was created
I will never forget that day that I waited
But as time passes by we become separated
But never apart this word won’t be vacated
These are the things that make this world spin
From vision to inception this word has always been
A remarkable creation from God up above
I am the most fortunate, to have it to love
So I give you this rhyme that I continue to slaughter
This word is my life, this word is my DAUGHTER