Time to be Daughters – a poem

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***my great, great grandmother***

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A time to be daughters, not mothers,

More than a coming of age, the circle

Come fully round to completion full

Wherein days have blended to months,

Years, the children now with offspring

Of their own, almost grown until

The days when they become daughters

Instead of mothers for the last again.

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