Poetry: ” I don’t know where you got her.”

“I don’t know where you got her.”

She is of me, but she is not me.
She is her and she is three.
And so fiercely she.
So loudly, openly, delightfully
Three.
Let her always be
She.

How can she, who is three,
Be so sure, so completely
She, when I am so
Uncertainly me?

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4 comments

  1. Barbara Kilkenny. · · Reply

    A beautiful poem.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I feel this way about my lovely little girl all the time.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I wish I was three

    Like

  4. Wonderful poem. Our little ones are beautiful 😊

    Like

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