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My Dearest Daughters πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•

My Dearest Daughters πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•

I cannot count the times that I have cried, sat so worried over you

But my dearest Daughters I am your Mother and this is just what us Mothers do

Although you bring us such an overwhelming happiness, alas you sometimes make us blue

Whilst we watch out of our windows, waiting so anxiously, with our nerves all in a stew

Now we know your are capable and no longer a child

But not keeping us Mamas β€œIn the loop” almost drives is wild

Yet as long as we know of your whereabouts, haha we are blissfully beguiled

Amidst such a satisfying, sensational, serenity of yon meekness and mild..

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Jill Tait

Aww yes I was a busy lil bee writing poems all night lol 🀣❀️🌹

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Being Me

Oh Jill, I am so sorry that I missed this when it was first posted. This is a little gem of a poem. I can relate to this! Us mothers NEED to be kept in the loop. They may grow up, have excellent jobs,they may have their own families but they will always, always be our babies x

(Also, just want to say, you have 3 very beautiful daughters) x

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Jill Tait

Awww Thankx my lil Chickadee xxx πŸŒΉπŸ’•πŸŒΉ

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