Theinkwell poetry challenge| Daughter

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Sweet old memories,
From the day she was born.
Her face was the star,
And my heart was the moon.

Goodbye, I kissed her,
It was her first day at school.
My cute little pumpkin,
In her beautiful uniform.

Her convocation dress,
I had made out of love.
She walked with high esteem
It was her last day in college.

The cry of a baby,
It's my daughter's daughter,
She has been blessed,
With a child if her own.

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