My Daughter

 

 

 

 

 

Daughter



You are like the rose

That emulates you

It also bloomed late

With Beauty and dignity


Surpassing,

The frosts of Autumn.

Bringing spring

To those that see it.


As the rose has thorns-

Many parts of you

Touch my heart.



© 2000 Keith L. Graves

 

 

 

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