There she goes
My daughter
Grown from baby days
From charming eclectic childhood
To an elegant young woman
With more determination
Of mind than I have had...
Only sometimes
In retreat
Hair dressed down and wearing
Her boyfriend's discarded shirt for comfort
Because he isn't here...
There she goes
My daughter
Almost as a child again.
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Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
Reviewed on March 8, 2003
this was wonderful you are sucha sweeta nd caring person great job on thsi
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
~E