Another line in your forehead daughter
To add to those deepening there
After time you consider wasted
Or at least in its lack of effect
Half wasted despite all trying.
Not your fault indeed the situation,
Encouragement not repeated,
Money withdrawn, words without action,
Denied support by some who
Blame not themselves but others.
How I remember you early
A child just born, heart-warming,
Complete, fine-skinned, not crying,
And then a quiet child, ready
Perhaps too ready for self blame
Though now a quality helps you
Gain respect of those below
The position you hold. Such pleasure
It is to see you now not proud
Of what you have achieved and do
Although you should be proud
As I am proud of you.
©Terry Hodgson2020
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