As a mother immersed
in my daughter’s life:
I missed the joy
of budding maturation
glorious abandonment
happy times with forever friends.
Too busy making sure she
studied
dressed appropriately
reported in before curfew.
All those motherly duties
now gloriously abandoned.
Discovering through
observation instead of obligation:
momentous moments
sweet events,
delightful days.
Of my granddaughters.
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