she has always been mysterious

she could spin forever on a playground swing

and not be dizzy

she ran away once and set up house

under a playground bush

she had her reasons


when she came to us

there were sores on her feet

and distance in her eyes

and beauty in her soul


she is a wanderer, a seeker

looking for life

in the corners of the earth

i can still feel the father-daughter connection

even when she is half the world away

Copyright Michael Douglas Scott