''50 years on"
Held in my body for 9 short months
My lovely girl, my joy, my perfect girl.
My loving girl, my funny girl, my child.
She's 50 now, this child of mine
Not lost to me, nor I to her,
But quiet now, she's left my life
For reasons I can only guess.
Time strides along, I'm left apart.
My darling girl.
My heart.
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