Daughterhood - Poem by elna mercado
No one know about daughterhood,
Parenting parents is not parenthood.
I’m a daughter whose role switches
Coping beyond virtue’s stretches.
Love dwells within my core,
Love ushers to the fore.
I abide maximum tolerance,
To facilitate loving chance.
Well enough my heart grew much larger,
To take all what I have never encounter.
My parents whose roles been waived
Most memories and everyday life depraved! ! !
Gratefully blessed with good health,
Good genes I’m sure is wealth.
Crisis at time start with our dogs' fight,
Papa can’t recoup who’s right.
Memory lose is not only about incoherence,
It is also the loss of emotional competence.
Daughterhood is parenting parents,
Mama the double sided agent,
Her thoughts are faster than she can move,
All things she can’t approve.
She grounds most things in the past,
Her ways is a must.
One must be born from both,
To live these truth.
I have no complains,
When all’s difficult to explain.
Each day I’m happy to attend,
Life is precious soon it ends.
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