The Woe of A Young Daughter.

Crystal clear,
Just like glass,
Transparent. You said,
You won’t last.
The pain,
Never subsides,
It’s always there.
The treatment,
My love,
Is your care.
Spend some time,
Together we may.
Let the world say
What it wants to say.
Of you my daughter,
I am proud.
You’re a great woman.
Don’t you ever doubt.

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