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How Is It
Nov 21, 2021
Twenty five
It passes in the blink
Of an eye
No longer a
Little girl
A woman now
A mother
Making a life
For her and her
Little girl.
Things some said she
Would never do
She does everyday
A bright woman
Strong too,
She’s been
Through things
Children never
Should
But life is sometimes
That way.
Twenty five
I still remember
The day she was born
Embracing the miracle
That was her.
Always though
I will see her as
Auntie’s little girl
My mini me
The center of my
World.
© Michelle R Kidwell
Saturday. November.20.2021