Daughter's gone, daughter's gone,
still my memories linger on.
All those moments through the years,
fraught with anguish, doubts and fears.
Yes, she left before her time,
changing patterns with life's rhyme;
Left our nest, in love, unschooled
and I judged her sadly fooled.
Seventeen's a fright-filled age,
with emotions on rampage.
There she left, forevermore,
left the welcome of our door.
Now, she's gone and wedded, schooled,
leaving me completely fooled.
Though she left before her time,
she's in cadence with life's rhyme.
Now, there's glitter in my tears
and I laugh right through my fears;
Still, my memories linger on-
Daughter's gone, daughter's gone.
1972
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Author Notes
Thankfully, daughter's back and has been managing my custom
drapery studio for the past thirty five years.
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