Growth

Standing there, Tall and fair

A girl with a future, unprepared

Growing again, making memories last

 

Standing out, actions scream and shout

A young girl full of doubt

Growing more, learning the expanse of curves in skin

 

Standing here, full of fear

Now I'm a mother

Grown at last, with more growing yet to come

 

Young and fragile am I,

Yet Brave, bold and beautiful too

I'll love myself like my daughter on the way

9 months already, now I just have to pray.

This poem is about: 
Me

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