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Looking at my daughter I see
the young lady I used to be
Like a mirror reflecting light
with a future ever so bright
Her facial features smooth as butter
not yet streaked by life's sad clutter
How I love this precious treasure
Life with her is just sheer pleasure
Now my baby girl's a bride
Tears and sighs I try to hide
knowing deep down she'll be fine
Just let go and see her shine
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem concerning you, or someone, and a mirror. Make it humerous or serious; make it structured or free verse, but keep it brief. Use the mirror as a metaphor in anyway you desire. |
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