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My eleven year old is just getting so big. She reminds me so much of myself. This is for Claire, who will always be my baby.

Submitted:Mar 28, 2008    Reads: 131    Comments: 7    Likes: 6   

I see a bit of me

When I see you

So grown,

So free,

Yet so little,

With little time.

I hear your voice

Echoing my own,

Your smile

Mirrors mine.

I can see

A bit of me

Right before me,

Growing so rapidly


Yet, I can still see

A tiny baby,

Held in my arms.

I still see


When I see



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