The Last Precious Daughter

The girl who grew

so close to the mother.

Was a mirror reflection

where gaze met gaze.

The last precious daughter.


Time will allow

the mother’s release.

There is power in the bloom

of a girl in a grasp,

but mother always waits

Knowing daughter will come back.

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