Tears are rolling down from my eyes;
I miss you; you're not there to wipe my cries.
I remember the day for the first time you called me dad.
I remember your cries for the chocolates,
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It's always a mixture of sadness and joy to see a daughter leave home. It's a lovely piece of poetry nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
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It's always a mixture of sadness and joy to see a daughter leave home. It's a lovely piece of poetry nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.