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fragile thoughts soon forgotten

Monday, November 28, 2005

heavenly identity

sometimes i'm just a little girl whose eyes are full of fright;
sometimes i'm a mother-type, embracing all in sight.
sometimes i'm just a teenager, dancing with myself
at other times i'm old and grey, my life upon the shelf;
but always i'm your daughter, seated 'pon your knee
who begs each day for mercy, and loves you endlessly.

1 Comments:

At 8:17 AM, Blogger .a. said...

This is a very sweet poem =) I'll see you later today...
love a.

 

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