Father to daughter,
he wrote her a story,
about a horse that broke his leg.
The published story was left behind,
in the attic of her childhood home.
Tattered and yellow,
small black print,
she longed to see.
She wondered if her father saw,
that she was broken.
She wondered if he saw fragility,
in her big brown eyes,
and he wanted her to be whole.
He wanted her to know that some wounds
Like the horse in his story,
all things are possible,
when you dream,
when you love.