Fables (and Myths)

Yes, I know: there is a time and a
place for everything. Paraphrased
from scriptural authority: for all things
there is a season.  I dream that I would
murmur thank you for inviting me to
your place, I had a lovely time.  To whom
would I address that...none other than
my daughter.  If I had a daughter.
But one may dream.  And I dream I had
a daughter - who might not have
appreciated all those meals I prepared
for her in her growing years and much
beyond - deigning to honour me in my
old age by carefully preparing for me
a repast she has designed with her
loving hands.  I would so very much
appreciate that; my heart would soar.
Having no daughter I may still indulge
in the fantasy of imagining: what if.