Sara Neame

Rookie (17.06.1944 / Middlesex UK)

Daughter

There’s a hole in my life when you go,
And emptiness, a longing.
I want you to go, wouldn’t stop you.
I raised you to go –
Make your own way in life –
With all that I’ve taught you supporting you.

But there’s still a hole
An aching gap

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