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The Daughter Yet Met
sits he a pondering
the years fate has dealt
knowing in his heart there be
a daughter
yet met
mother’s have their plans
bound in unvoiced intentions
reasons in her eyes
he did not see,
needs,
till a future was to be conceived
sits he a pondering
the few words she had spoken,
a puzzle solved after
their last kiss
still, it was her test
the answer be
a daughter
yet met
long red hair has she
like mother’s no doubt,
a wicked smile
a haunting laugh
holding, she the gate keeper,
her mother’s future cast
sits he pondering
does she know of him
a father’s love does she feel,
but even more,
will one day they move
this precious stone
weighing on his heart,
it be the daughter
yet met
(Copyright Steven S. Walsky 2011, all rights reserved.)
poem
by
Steven S. Walsky
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