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My daughter sits at table
I know how she tilts her head
like mine

And she's always able
to mimic
my comedy foibles

I wonder as I gaze upon
her wistful face how
She will find herself

I will long
for her adventures
as she stumbles
into her life

My daughter
is me
but with possibilities
don't you see?

Last few words: 
A Mother's love...
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Not Explicit Content


Wish our offspring to have better chances ,don't we?

Stanza 3 is unnecessary add (imo) but the decision of course is yours


Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words ........Robert Frost☺

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Thanks for the comments. Stanza 3 was the whole point of this had been chatting with my daughter about her 21st present and she whipped out a student travel brochure...with budget costings and routes marked out. All she needed was 'bank of mum' to make it happen!

Ellie :)

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I don't think this is clearly stated . I read the whole poem as how do the children like to imitate their parents and that's why I thought the third stanza isn't a useful add.By the way it is always good that the same poem be read differently.

The question now is , has she got what she wished ? LOL


Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words ........Robert Frost☺

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Oh of mum is now empty! LOL

Ellie :)

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A, should I say, sweet write, as a Mother would, in hope that a child will do well, even if mimicking the parent.
This should be the aim of all parents to teach their children the best parts of us then watch them learn the rest hopefully with grace, Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I loved it all of it :) I can see myself and my daughter she is me but she is finding her own path, she moved out last year and I still miss her like crazy

she goes to uni and works so this will be my first easter ever without her I sent her a care package in the mail lol I am a shocker hey

great poem I felt where you were taking us

love and hugs JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

God...I miss my girl so much. Just got to spend a precious few days with her. I see so much of the younger me...but she's her own woman very much so now. Let the adventures begin!

We are so alike sometimes JC...gotta meet up one day!

Love Ells xx

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You have been an exemplary and visionary poet, a great leader who has dedicated her life to the service of humanity. I appreciate and treasure how you have enlightened me.

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