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Poem: Blood Bond


I have a daughter, beautiful and bright

She has locks of hair which are different from mine

Long where mine is short, curled where mine is not

But I can see a glimmer of something familiar in her eyes

A piece of myself, and a piece of someone I love

Parts of a beautifully distinctive whole.

She is happy, and sad, and full of love

She smiles at me when I’m sad

And I smile back.

Its bittersweet, as we both know,

She will never come to be.

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