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Sep 2015
Always my child.

The resteraunt was filled
with delicious odors of delight.
Our hunger multiplied
as the waiter delivered a basket
of fresh baked rolls and butter.
My daughter started eating it hungrily.
Don’t fill up on the bread honey
The portions are huge here.
She said Mom I can’t believe
you just said that.
I looked at her six months pregnant
already she had
a few grey hairs appearing.
What she did not know
When we walked
across a busy road
I had to stop myself from
Holding her hand
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
(Canada)   
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