In her I see myself
Traces of the past
Fragments of my being
Bonded by shared auras
At times
I want to hold her close
Protect her from the storm
Shield her from my mistakes
At times
I want her to fly
Understand her need for freedom
Know some souls aren’t meant to be bound
At times
I want to laugh
Remember how real the drama is…at that moment
Respect the need for self-expression
At times
I want to scream
Frustrated by attitudes I used to own
Exasperated by my reflection in her eyes
Always
I want to hold her in my heart
Laugh, cry, scream, love
Watch her grow into her own…
Writing and Reflections 
This is such a perfect poem for the mother-daughter relationship. I have an 18 year old, and she just came downstairs bouncing up and down and acting just like…I do in the mornings.
Loved it!
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Thank you so much! My two daughters are almost grown and in college. Such a struggle to let go…
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I totally understand. I have one of each gender. I am ready to kick the son out. Ha.
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🙂 My son is still with me, but going into Senior Year of high school. Where does the time go?
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Same place my figure went.
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