Mother and Daughter
Not so cunning as a fox
My curious daughter went uninvited into my jewellery box
She left a trail of clues so clear
That said she had explored my gear
But a memory was unfolded
I didn't question, I left her unscoulded
I remember having the same obsession
With my own mothers precious possessions
It made a smile wash over, with pounding heart beats.
Mother and daughter, for ever and ever and history repeats!
poem by Stevie Taite
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