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Post by althea on Jun 9, 2016 11:04:18 GMT
Somebody's daughter
Somebody's wife
Somebody's mother
For all of your life.
They all turn to you
When things go wrong
For they all know
That you are strong.
You hold their hands
You calm their fears
You stand beside them
You dry their tears.
Your role was defined
A long time ago
And you reassure them
That you'll never go.
You feel their need
You see it in their eyes
They depend on you
They think you are wise.
But who do you turn to
When you feel low
You can never tell them
They must never know.
Somebody's daughter
Somebody's wife
Somebody's mother
All of your life.
DH.
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Post by goldelox on Jun 9, 2016 11:07:35 GMT
Oh I like that, Althea. Who is DH?
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Post by althea on Jun 9, 2016 15:30:13 GMT
That is me,goldelox. My initials in RL. I wrote the poem. Thanks for taking the time to comment.  |
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