Daughters
You are the best of us,
your parents
who have faults
and enough baggage
for Heathrow.
We tried,
we tested,
we fought,
we won.
The prize
of realisation
on your part
that we are ok
as parents.
You consider us now,
thoughtful, mindful,
helpful,
appreciative.
Every second
of childhood,
teens,
adulthood,
worth a million heartaches.
We are richer
than we ever thought possible,
money secondary,
family
always.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2020-09-14 at 23:48
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