Do You Know Her
by Steven Craig
Your daughter was your little girl, the one you gave the gift of life to years ago. She called you mommie, ran to you when the thunder boomed, and the dark creatures lurked in her dreams. She wore your lipstick and evening gowns, lush perfume and coffee stained robe. She picked you flowers and looked for your love through the long, weary day.
And the years spun by, holding dreams of Paris and families, and she is so much older now. So many dreams have faded before they ever came true. The little precious dresses and bronzed booties no longer fit her now, for she has turned into a grownup woman, and a stranger. She will still gather flowers, but they will not smell for you.
But she will still bring the joy and the tears, memories and the traces of love to her mothers eyes when she says
Posted on 07/24/2006
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