Father's Day, with daughters, grandchildren ...
Once in my life, a long time ago, I loved one and protected her, in many ways as if she were my own daughter. (She had lost her dad early in life.) Looking back, I always am worried whether I did the right thing or not. But I did love her, and I did what I thought was right at the time. She haunts me, always. The memory shatters me even now..
Beautiful
I hope nobody minds.
I "use" this on the solstices and the equinoxes.
Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine