In the depths of the ocean, my daughters find their freedom. I've watched them grow, wild and fearless, like the waves they've learned to ride . At 14, they earned their open water wings – a testament to their courage and love for the sea. As a mother, there's no greater joy than seeing them thrive, immersed in the beauty and power of the ocean. They've learned to listen to the whispers of the waves, to respect the tides, and to find their own flow. Daughters of the water, they are the ocean's own.
Tides of heritage, waves of might,
My daughters swim where the oceans ignite.
Salt and seaweed woven in their hair,
They breathe the depths, with hearts aware.
Wild and brave, my daughters embody the spirit of the sea.
Their love for the ocean runs deeper than the tides.
Daughters of the water, wild and free,
In the ocean's depths, they find their glee.
The ocean's pulse, it beats in them,
A primal song, of waves and origin.
Daughters of water, born of the sea's song, Their wildness echoes, where the waves belong.
This piece is apart of the 2026 International Women's Day Exhibition 'Her Voice: Stories of Strength & Identity'.
