I saw myself through her eyes one day.

A child, only a child I was,
not quite her flower, yet her roots were strong.
I saw in me her hopes and dreams,
a life she’d have if she were free.

I saw her pride, her strength,
her years of sleepless nights and nightless days.
I felt her safe, tender love and vowed that someday I would be
as good a mom as she.

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  1. 02/27/2016 at 1:48 AM

    Beautifully put into words! I look forward to reading more from you 🙂 I write a few sometimes too. I hope to know what a writer like you would think of them


    • 02/28/2016 at 6:38 PM

      Thanks! I’ll definitely check out your writing 🙂

  2. 03/03/2016 at 9:38 PM

    Keep writing and I’ll keep reading! I need to learn from your blogging skills 🙂

    • 03/03/2016 at 11:00 PM

      Haha thanks 🙂 I’ll probably post more in April, but I’ll try to write as much as possible this month. I look forward to reading your blog!

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