Daughters-Poem

by Samuel De Lemos

I hear the train bellowing a warning song,
as I sit here
and watch TV with my
lovely six year old.

She’s intently into the story line, as
I’m debating people online.

My first girl Miriam—
she’s into school, photography
and her new boyfriend.

Seems like moments before
she was a baby
bouncing on my lap;
now
she’s maturing
morphing into a beautiful woman.

the agony,
the tears,
the inescapable truth—

daughters grow up
and become someone else’s wives,

and fathers become grandfathers
who shed more tears as
trains pass us by.

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