Poem: Daughter Rose

She is my angel
She is my life
She is the little one I gave life,

Things have been guarded
Conversations have become tight
In the end I will hold out as your light

You are far away now
But I pray that something we will stand
Stand together as-if we were our own brand.

I know you don’t know me
Maybe someday you will
I hold out hope for that someday still.


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