Susan Hogan          My Daughter's Story First Prize 2001 Poetry Contest   May daughter tells me of a walk she will take with the animals. She will hold hands with the monkeys and help the elephants knot their trunks together like in a caravan. She will give the tigers names and won't even cry if their claws scratch a bit.   It is the morning of her grandmother's funeral, no one is sure how to get on with the day. Everything has changed, the winter sun coming in the window is dry and sharp.   In my daughter's story the crocodiles will open their mouths wide so she can ride on their tongues and she will wear sunglasses when she naps on the backs of the giant turtles.   She puts her head on my lap and moves her hands through the dust particles suspended in the light. She is pleased with her story, a gift.