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Mothers And Daughters
Why does it seem as I grow
old,
The years speed on their
way,
I seem more like my
mother,
With all the things I
say.
When I was young and on my
own,
My mother seemed so
square,
I rolled my eyes and told
myself,
I’m never going
there.
I am no longer in
control,
Or so it seems to
be,
I have become my mother’s
girl,
That’s what they all tell
me.
I have her
mannerisms,
Her laughter and her
voice,
No one thought to ask
me,
I didn’t have a
choice.
I only wish that I had
said,
While she was here to
see,
If I can be just like you
Mom,
That’s what I want to
be.
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