Her voice,
so soft and warm.
Comforting me, reassuring me,
making me believe and fear none.
She does this often,
trying to help me understand the world.
Now her voice is getting thin,
I'm getting older, I'm suppose to know what to do.
Sometimes confused, sometimes understanding,
hardly ever so sure of myself.
Now I'm older I understand,
I see the world through her wise eyes.
And I hear my voice saying the same thing,
the same exact thing to my caring daughter.
A contest entry
- Contest~Your Choice by Dak.
600 points, ended January 16, 2008, 26 entries
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Comments
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Awww, this was a sweet one, filled with love. Thank you for entering this into my contest :]
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