Standing there, Tall and fair

A girl with a future, unprepared

Growing again, making memories last


Standing out, actions scream and shout

A young girl full of doubt

Growing more, learning the expanse of curves in skin


Standing here, full of fear

Now I'm a mother

Grown at last, with more growing yet to come


Young and fragile am I,

Yet Brave, bold and beautiful too

I'll love myself like my daughter on the way

9 months already, now I just have to pray.

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