It seems only a few years ago,
A tiny delicate lass –
Burst into my life with a wail and a scream.
Long in limb and tall in stature,
All blond hair and curls tumbling down.
Emerald eyes – a gazelle, a graceful beauty –
Independent even then.
Mothers and daughters share a love
Even when they disagree.
The greatest accolade to be found
Is when a mother and a daughter
Become friends –
Accepting and accommodating,
Sharing thoughts and visions,
All pretense aside.
Tabitha, my daughter – my friend.
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