I remember bringing you home like it was yesterday,
then I blinked,
and you were a toddler,
running us ragged, questioning everything
I blinked again,
and you were a teenager,
spending too much time in your room,
stuck inside your feelings,
treading deep in the soft side of strong
then, I blinked again,
and now you are grown,
about to get your own place,
feeling your way around adulthood
I often find myself looking at you,
and when I do,
I see all of you,
all the versions of you that you’ve been;
I see glimpses of who you’ll be
and I need you to know –
it may not always have been easy,
but you need never apologize –
you’ve always been easy to love
Wow, so beautifully written!
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Thank you!
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This is exactly how I feel about my daughter:-)
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I love that!!! 💜
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Time passes so fast… beautifully written, Angela.
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It does! Thank you, Basilike.
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You are welcome. It’s a pleasure to read you!
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beautiful
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Thank you, Mark.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you!
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Always a joy and pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Dear! Hope you have a great day!! xoxox 😘💕🎁🌹
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Tears here, but joyful ones. What a journey ❤
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It is! 💜
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What a lovely poem!
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Thank you, Liz! It goes so fast.
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It sure does. I’m still trying to figure out how my daughter came to be in her forties.
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