A Mother’s Reflection
My daughter is a sight you must behold.
Entranced by her reflection I’m enslaved.
She clomps about in heels so proud and bold.
A wobble here and there to be controlled.
Apprentice to the craft, for now unfazed.
This cherub in my heels you must behold.
The tumble to my warm protective fold,
a moment that I treasure. I’m amazed
by innocents. She wears it proud and bold.
The likeness is uncanny. In twofold
her greatness will excel what I have braved,
my blue eyed sprout a sight you must behold.
Self confidence exudes. It can’t withhold.
A trail of greatness set for her to blaze
regardless of terrain so proud and bold.
This prize of love could not have been foretold.
My five year old, a sapling, I’m to raise.
My progeny, a sight I will behold,
my reflection, in shoes so proud and bold.
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