Daughter

pink tiny newborn,
fragile wail,
I watched you grow,
a woman now--

don't move too far …
		… please?



December 5, 2022
Bitesize Poem No 56 Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier, sponsor
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Fowler Avatar
December 6, 2022 at 8:02 AM
Sweet write David. Dad-daughter relationships are so precious. :)
Bose Avatar
December 7, 2022 at 5:09 AM
Thanks, Linda--yes, she's gone, but she'll always be a little girl climbing a tree or playing trombone.
Young Avatar
December 5, 2022 at 10:03 AM
Darn, this touched me. My youngest daughter is only a couple of hours away, now, and I'm so thankful, but even when she was far away, she was close. May your daughter never be far away :)
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December 5, 2022 at 10:07 AM
Well, thank you. But she did move about eight hours away ... to NYC! But everything's fine, we'll manage. Thanks again--Dave
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