This is one of my favourite things

DAUGHTERS

Our daughters grow into assured and capable

young women, moving in a world we scarcely know.
It seems at times impossible that they

could have ever been our babies, our toddlers stomping

after butterflies. Our skinny schoolgirls frisking
along beside us. That these strong hands once clung to ours.

That these confident eyes once sought our reassurance.
Until a day when even the strongest

and the wisest find they need to touch the past
- and they reach out to us.
And we find all they have ever been

is not lost.., or ever will be.

PAM BROWN, b1928

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