I don’t remember the tears or sleepless nights
I don’t remember the tiredness
I see fleeting moments of smiling faces
Pretty dresses, ‘what have you done’ thoughts
The years passed so quickly
I remember their first trips abroad
I planted a rose called “Patience”
On all their journey’s, I prayed
Saw photos of sun on their faces
Love in their hearts
Christmas was our time, our joy
A bonus each year they came home
New Year was theirs, with their friends
They were with me wherever they were
I travel with them in my mind
Our numbers are bigger and smaller
A generation apart but together
Time for their own children now
Their loves, their hopes and their dreams
Still my best work, my two daughters.
wow i love this! very emotional. very true. can relate to it as a daughter and as a mother. beautifully honest
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