Young, loyal and true,
Now I have a stranger;
How about you?
A
toddler blithely conscious
Of what’s to see and do,She beelined for her father;
How about you?
Later,
faring widely
For seascapes freshly new,My hand was her anchor;
How about you?
A
pre-teen at shipwreck,
Cheeks dusted with rue,She sought the hand of another;
How about you?
Now
the years wander,
She keeps a distant view,Deflecting hand and letter;
How about you?
Once
I had a daughter
Bright with a child’s hue, Now there’s only anger;
How about you?
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July 2013