Lesa Poem by TerriJo James

Lesa,
Your small thin body
Of three years old
Reminds me of when I was young:
My hair was like yours,
And how unkempt it was
To see you put up your own hair
So I didn't have to comb it!
You were afraid of me, at first.
I was not your true mother, yet.
But you have seen the need I have for you,
And also, the need you have for me.
You grow before my eyes!
It was so lovely to have a daughter!
I didn't want the dream to end

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