JAMES T. ADAIR


The Good Daughter - Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

The good daughter
Knows no relief
She holds the hands
And cleans every sheet
She is brokenhearted
But can't show defeat
She comforts and mends
As is her intention, she attends
to the Mother she defends
and protects as best she can
Unable to seek dreams or plan
She lends her love and helping hand
as best she could
because it's understood
That if the table was somehow turned
the other surely would
And this is love best expressed
as so one should


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 27, 2010



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