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She loves you she hates you
She is so confused
She’s lost loved ones’ like
yourself
Her Nan, Katrina, you
In a short time quite a
few.
Your little girl now grown
I understand, but never
know,
You only get snippets on
the ‘phone
And seldom see her on her
own
At times she must feel so
alone.
She’s no longer what you
left-a kid
Now almost a woman with
points of view
So grown up the child is
rid
Independent, a far cry from
her crib
Her feelings from you she’s
hid.
She’ll grow up with a
listening ear
An attribute so rare
When you’ve only time for
women and beer
You’ll ‘like’ her when
you’ve made time to hear
But for now she’s deep in
thought and tears.
If you’re lucky she’ll
forgive your ways
She tries so hard to sit on
the fence
But I know she can’t-her
feelings won’t sway
At this time in her life
her heart she’ll obey
Nothings’ black or white,
to her it’s gray.
Still waters run deep
But more exposed than you
At least from her you’ll
get a peep
And she’s not too proud to
sit and weep
What you expect from her is
just too steep.
One day you’ll wake up to
her, a precious Gem
You’re lovely girl you
hardly know
She’s been to hell and back
again
She’ll never be the same
again
You’ve never been around to
explain.
Linda Lawrence
7th May 1994