Poetry: Being a mother - by Linda Leary

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by Linda Leary

Created on: July 20, 2008

My daughter hogs the bathroom,
Tweezing, showering, posing, primping,
Takes over my bedroom mirror,
Hair drying, conditioning, crimping.
She borrows my eyeliner -
(Mine gives a finer finish),
Has a few squirts of my pefume,
Yes, I've noticed it diminish.

But when she kisses me goodbye
With her long hair all a-shine
And her little glittery, skimpy dress
I'm so proud that se's mine.
Her dynamic youth uplifts me.
Her life is like a prize,
And all that I could hope for
Is the sprkle in her eyes.

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