Sipping sodas during a movie
laughing loudly at something hilariously funny
eating pancakes quietly just us two
Girl time—our time
Holding each other and sobbing
hard
we made it through,
me and you…suffered it all
mother and daughter
friends till the end
now its your turn with her…
build a bond, learn the ropes
it will be tricky—
often sticky
tears will be shed
it will be worth it
in the end…
My daughter,
My friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't really like this poem. It sounds too perfect and kind of cliche. But I'm glad for you that you have that closeness. Good luck and keep on writing. Meghan