Daughter

No picture of her I have… …No piece of clothing, …Nor toy played with, …Nothing written kept in remembrance. I’ve not seen her as a babe… cresting in my arms… …Nor have I seen her at play in the fields that adorn our abode, …No young lady (out and about) slaying young men with mischief have I seen, …Nor do I see an old dame with happiness in her eyes. Did she spread her love to all to feel? Did she look upon a field of thorns and see roses in-between? None of these I can see, but for the wishes in my heart, …by providence I do see my daughter to be, …and I wonder… …By what name shall I call her to me?