Not so cunning as a fox
My curious daughter went uninvited into my jewellery box
She left a trail of clues so clear
That said she had explored my gear
But a memory was unfolded
I didn't question, I left her unscoulded
I remember having the same obsession
With my own mothers precious possessions
It made a smile wash over, with pounding heart beats.
Mother and daughter, for ever and ever and history repeats!
A fine narrative about yor daughtr n i so lovd d rhyming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great writing yet again.