The mantles, the idols, the men, the sins
Passed to daughters unsuspecting innocence
If they’d known, they’d refuse the birthdays
Growing up is with truthful mundane ways
Not about princesses or riding the wild winds
But about children, drooling and paying bills
Often alone without a spouse and facing the dark
Standing tall with knees shaking and eyes wide
Learning about faith because that’s only the beans
That causes her to grow in dignity as she greys
Struggling from freedom gained independence
Away from her mother and father she grew
Seeing her daughters making mistakes, she’d made
But can’t stop them for life has many lessons to gain
Excellent! I love how true to real life this is. Love it!
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Thank you kind friend… Thank you
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