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Betrayal
Contributed by
brokenbutterfly
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Friday, 29th July 2005 @ 02:37:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
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A hand gloved in white satin
Rests gently upon my forearm
I remember that hand,
though half the size then,
Clinging desperately to
A single finger of my hand
As I helped my daughter
Take her first steps.
I taught her to walk.
How she can be
Ready now to walk
Down that aisle
And into the
Waiting arms
Of someone who can
Take her away?
It must be some kind of
Betrayal.
But then my little girl
(all grown up)
Smiles at me
And I know I'm wrong.
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brokenbutterfly
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2005-07-29 14:37:44]
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Re: Betrayal
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by fireispassion on
Friday, 29th July 2005 @ 03:20:25 PM AEST
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| thats touching. i like it. great write |
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Re: Betrayal
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by twobabies on
Friday, 29th July 2005 @ 09:13:28 PM AEST
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| it shows a fathers love toward his daughter beautifully. I like it, very full of emotion |
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Re: Betrayal
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by Whisper on
Saturday, 30th July 2005 @ 08:16:10 AM AEST
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Nice write i can imigine every mom feels that way when their daugther are all grown.
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