Child
Browns eyes, smiling dark brown eyes.
You swore to protect that smiling gleam in her eyes.
Working day in and day out, tiring yourself out ot bring food.
Yet, you had time to be there, to watch her grow and play.
She remembers now, knows now.
Mom, Dad, she knows.
We may not be rich, yet we have a roof over our heads.
We may not have had the money, yet you made sure to to her demands
Fluffly of studfed toys.
Now she knows, what life is.
Not all of it though.
Of course not.
She's still growing and about to leave the nest, withg a year so of time.
But she admires you, loves you.
Because despite not being able to give a life you wanted her to have.
She is proud to be your daughter, proud to know you did your best.
Now she wants to do her best for you.
Because she know's she will
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