The Oldest Daughter
Always
I’m the one who bares
The burdens and nightmares
The secretes and confidence
I’m not held the way
I once was
Now I’m held to a higher standard
Your arms no longer cradle me
They reach for me
Favors
Dependence
I’m your go to
I’m your friend
I wish
I wish
I wish
I was your child again
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Very moving. Your writing speaks truth.
So much truth. Beautifully expressed,