My Beautiful Daughter
My beautiful daughter
You cannot know
How much my heart breaks
As I watch you grow
In time you’ll become
Independent and free
Always my daughter
And special to me
As you grow older
You will see
Through the eyes of a mother
Reflections of me
Past, present and future
All intertwined
My mother, your mother
All daughters you’ll find
Our reflections, not vanity
Mirrored lives we share
Always a daughter
Your mother, who cares.
This poem was submitted by Julie Copeland.
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