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Through a Mother's Eyes

Molly writes under the pen name M. Allman. If you would like to read more of her work, you can find her books on Amazon Kindle.


For nine months you developed within my womb.
Safe, warm, protected by my maternal love.
Then you were born, my small, soft, pink little girl.
You needed me then, and for many more years
Until, you became a young woman, a teen.
Although still a child through my eyes, I let go,
But only a little. And as the years passed
You reached adulthood, mature, independent.
No longer the baby I held in my arms,
But in my heart, those memories will endure.
Always my little girl, through a mother's eyes

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