The Daughter

The daughter
reflects the mother
She reflects the father too.

The parents,
reflectors themselves,
Their parents pain came through

The ancestors,
all a looking glass, in which
the worlds suffering can be viewed

The daughter
an eternity of pain
is now reflected through

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Written in response to Blogging U. course Writing 101: A Poem a Day assignment, Reflection.

Featured image Baby’s Hand by Giles Cook

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