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To My Daughter

And you, relentlessly screams… speaking to me in a language that has not been taught to me prior, looking through my eyes to my soul for a hint of understanding…
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The Heart of Her Hands

With every touch, she weaves her love,A lullaby, soft as skies above.Her arms are cradles, her heart a song,She carries her child where they belong. Through sleepless nights and joyful…
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