From picking roses out in the garden
To bring to your mother
As a gift of gratitude
For the life you not once asked for
To washing the oak wood floor
Before father gets home
Like a good girl should
Girlhood is full of beauty
That will one day be taken
And replaced by responsibility
You have your place
Don't dare disown it
For they will disown you.
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Where The Grass Grows
PoesieA poetry collection about life & death, love, loss, & grief. Written through the lens of a 15-17-year-old girl. These poems are a collection of my story. Take care of them. They mean the world to me.
