Daughters

The wonderful sounds of cries when their born 
The happy tears we shed at first sight 
A newborn daughter we'll cherish 
For life and for evermore 
To watch her live and grow 
To watch her marry 
And hopefully 
When time comes 
To give 
Birth
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Kendrick Avatar
March 4, 2025 at 7:00 AM
Dropping by to say congratulations on your winning work. So nice to see it in the winners' list. Way to go. A son is a son 'til he takes a wife, but a daughter is a daughter is a daughter for the rest of her life. Sara K
Kitchin Avatar
March 2, 2025 at 5:28 AM
Charlie, a sweet poem, nicely done, congratulations on your first place win.
Thomas Avatar
February 28, 2025 at 2:11 PM
I have three, I can definitely identify with this one Charles... although we are okay if they decide children are not for them. I hope you've been okay :)
Buhagiar Avatar
February 20, 2025 at 12:57 AM
Charlie, you have a heart of gold. I only have one daughter, my biggest mistake.
Goldsmith Avatar
February 18, 2025 at 2:12 PM
What a lovely "Daughters" write you have here. "Good Luck" if for a contest.... Have a fun day as you write away..................
Cunningham Avatar
February 18, 2025 at 3:36 AM
I'm with you Charlie, having had three daughters, and now I've got four grandsons. Tom
M  Avatar
February 18, 2025 at 2:32 AM
I have an only son and now l have a six month granddaughter so l get the daughter/granddaughter thing and l love it Charlie! Debx
Andresen Avatar
February 18, 2025 at 2:23 AM
- Life begins with crying... and it's a wonderful sound.... lovely written, Charlie :) - Best wishes in the contest :) - hugs
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