How Could I Know
How could I know
of her resolve, her tenacity
How could I know
of her perceptive powers,
her good sense of the world
and her place in it
I should have
when I looked
into my second-born’s face
that August morning at 2:22
when she grabbed the world
and me
her black eyes focused
taking stock
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your love for your daughter emanates here. beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you, lili. xoA
DeleteWhat a sweet story of motherhood you tell here. Touched my heart!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. xoA
Deletethis made me smile - thank you!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad. Thanks! xoA
DeleteI love this poem. It makes me wonder what my mother would write if she wrote poetry...maybe she does.
ReplyDeleteMaybe she does, Wanda. It's amazing what kids don't know about their parents. Thanks for your comments. xoA
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