my baby
she is only fiveand changing,
not sure if she's still my baby-
growing too fast,
i felt my heart break today-
we fought-
and i know she is growing
and the first steps
to drifting
closer to herself
and further from me.
now i know
what mum meant.
a breaking heart,
proudly admiring
in silence.
Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2010-09-03 at 21:54
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