Naomi walked with me in the winter
Along a beach that was bleak and wide.
Like broken dolls propped up together
I was strong with her at my side.
I was her mother, but she was my friend
And the days went by too fast;
Now this little moment has come to an end
And I wish it was starting, not past.
Now we are walking away from each other
But memory turns to see
The days in the sun which we spent together -
my daughter, my friend; and me.
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