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International Women’s Day

My Daughter

 

She’s a chair. Not a comfy one,

but a corrective and supportive chair.

Not the kind of chair to sit and relax,

but at times you’ll feel the benefits.

 

She’s a sunny day, not too hot, just

right. The sun gently kissing your skin

and the night breeze making you feel

lazy, wanting to stay out until late.

 

She’s chicken soup. Good for the body

and soul. Whenever you feel down,

she’ll pick you up will carry you all

the way until you’re fit again.

 

She’s a pair of bright yellow wellies, rubber

duck shaped. When under the rain, no

matter how dark, cold or wet, she’ll remind

you of better days,

making you smile.

 

I dedicate this day to my daughter, who is an inspirational younger woman and makes me very proud. I wrote this poem for her in 2014.

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