Daughters are a special gift
A blessing and a trial
But ours to hold nonetheless –
If only for a while
And in their eyes, we see ourselves
As once we were young too
But days and years fly by too fast
As they are prone to do,
Soon we find ourselves in our grandma’s shoes
With lovely daughters by our sides, in roles we rarely choose
Our roles reversed, or so it seems
to those who don’t believe
The joy to be my daughter’s child
Until I have to leave
(maybe someday I will rewrite this, it needs it – but I kind of like it the way it is too so…)
This is lovely! I like it the way it is 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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I like it. Sometimes it helps me to set aside a poem and revisit it later. Usually something feels off but I can’t put my finger on it. Looks like I’m not alone 😊 I think you did a good job.
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Thank you!
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Having just come from a visit with my 94 year old mother who is in assisted living now…I like it the way it is. We, her daughters, care for her now, as do others. But she still teaches us every day, about acceptance, grace, and letting go. It’s beautiful to behold.
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Touching truth. I like it just as is.
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A beautiful poem and I agree.
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This is lovely
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