Heather and RobinA Poem by holly
written in the mid-1970's, just recently found again
I have two daughters gold as grass,
bright as August fields or sun-burnt sands,
eyes that look to me with cobalt hope
or else midnight reproach. How can
I match the measure set for me
in their terrifying gaze?
All I can offer them - undreamt
futures as their toys, my untorn love -
is just a small return on their gift to me:
© 2010 holly
Added on May 9, 2010
Last Updated on May 9, 2010
near Cleveland, OH
AboutDo we get to choose who we are, or are we limited by where we live, how we grow up, what we do to earn money? My unchosen facts: I'm old, live in the eastern Mid-West US, grew up with a huge chip on m.. more..
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