Photo © Ryn Sweet Surreal
Her green eyes are so sweet, so young, so deep. How can I deny her anything?
I cast silly spells for annoying lords to buy her soft and silky clothes. Her mouth goes round as she pets them. When she sighs, “Oh, Da,” I melt.
I conjure heroic images to awe her, tiny fanciful monsters to amuse her, whole fields of shining flowers for her to dance in.
This is not merely a father’s love. She has this effect on everyone. That’s why I moved us to this remote place. So she can stay innocent. So I can protect her, as long as my powers allow it.
For there is one thing I deny her: the truth about her mother. Her mother with those same green eyes, and what she did with them, and later, seeing the consequences, how she died.
My magic is more powerful now. I believe I can stop my daughter, if it comes to that. Long enough for everyone else to escape, at least.
In the meantime, I push down the doubts and hold her close, assuring her of my love, promising her anything she wants. I hope I am strong enough not to give it to her.
Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #205. Click the link to read the other stories and poems inspired by this gorgeous photo, or to join in!