And I'm happy for her.
I want her to experience
All the joys,
All the love,
All the freedom and laughter,
Everything wonderful in huge quantities,
More than I did,
More than any before her.
It is not jealousy that binds my heart
And causes my eyes to leak.
It is knowing how little time
I have left to spend with her.
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Song nears its ending,
Lilting flowers to my ears,
I hug my daughter.
Bird flies free with wind,
Speeding over bright meadows.
My feet wear stone shoes.
Pumpkin seed flowers
Into handsome orange fruit.
Stem will soon be cut.
Lilting flowers to my ears,
I hug my daughter.
Bird flies free with wind,
Speeding over bright meadows.
My feet wear stone shoes.
Pumpkin seed flowers
Into handsome orange fruit.
Stem will soon be cut.
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To be a healer is a sacred gift.
There are rules and vows,
Years of studious work,
Even then, many guesses.
To save a life, cure ills,
These are precious talents.
No real skill is required to
Become a mother but
You can't save a life
That was never given.
There are rules and vows,
Years of studious work,
Even then, many guesses.
To save a life, cure ills,
These are precious talents.
No real skill is required to
Become a mother but
You can't save a life
That was never given.
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