My daughter was feeling the blahs yesterday. I wanted to write something for her. Over the years when I've told her she is something special, she has often objected that I'm her mother, so I'm prejudiced. Okay, so I can't deny a little prejudice might sneak into my assessments of her beauty, kindness, talent, huge heart, creativity and accomplishments, but I just want her to know that I would think she is something special on all those counts even if I were not related to her at all. :-) This one goes out to Miranda. I deliberately chose a painting and not a photo to indicate how universal this feeling is in mothers of adult children who have gone on to become amazing people.
Either this is a WILDLY modified triolet or it is JUST A POEM - I don't care which you call it. In the triolet the first line is repeated as the fourth and seventh lines and the second line is repeated as the eighth line. In my poem, one word is changed in the fourth line and much of the eighth line is transformed, so label it what you will. LOL

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