First BornA Poem by Marie HarrisonA relative poem
First Born Don’t you want to know me, to understand? Why do you keep pushing me to a distant land? Don’t you know my heart is soft? Just a smile and a hug from you, and it would lift off. I’m made of flesh, bone and water Don’t you remember me? I’m your first born daughter. © 2011 Marie HarrisonReviews
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Added on February 19, 2011Last Updated on February 19, 2011 AuthorMarie HarrisonAtlanta, GAAboutMomma told me to get out and enjoy life, so now I'm going to dance. more..Writing
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