by Cindy Bredwell

Created on: May 24, 2009

I held you still pink and screaming from the womb

Precious little features, burnt in my memory for good

Years have passed, the dolls tucked away

Now it all about boys and when you want to move away

I hold you tight when you are asleep

I whisper my dreams and wishes to my growing love

We laugh and joke, but on a different wave

I will cry when it's over as an adult you will be

But to look in your face, I see just a mirror

I never noticed before, but you are just like me

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