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Daughter
In the darkness, watching you sleep, hearing you snore
I am all yours,
my milk is your milk,
my blood was your blood,
my years are your years.
In the splendor of this quietness,
oh, how I'd stop time.
I am all yours,
my milk is your milk,
my blood was your blood,
my years are your years.
In the splendor of this quietness,
oh, how I'd stop time.
Published 29th Aug 2019
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29th Aug 2019 3:51am
I love this poem overall, but I especially like how you chose to end it. It's beautiful x
29th Aug 2019 12:50pm
In the blink of an eye, Poppy. In the blink of an eye.
My grandprecious has certainly shown me that. . .
As much as we want to stop time, we also want to witness them become all they can be.
It's certainly a conundrum for sure.
Beautiful poem.
My grandprecious has certainly shown me that. . .
As much as we want to stop time, we also want to witness them become all they can be.
It's certainly a conundrum for sure.
Beautiful poem.
