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TOO MANY THINGS

  • MainLineWritersGroup
  • Feb 9, 2015
  • 1 min read

A daughter’s love

So fresh, so new

Is unlike any other thing

This woman’s ever known.

The adoration just astounds

She wears your shoes, she walks around Behind

you every step.

She raids your drawers, she finds your rings,

She pins her hair, she sings.

One day I struggle at the door,

My arms so full, my buried keys stay just beyond my reach.

I utter words frustration brings, I stop myself, she grabs my leg, she clings.

When I get big, she proudly says,

I am going to carry

Too many things.

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