Heather and RobinA Poem by hollywritten in the mid-1970's, just recently found againI have two daughters gold as grass, bright as August fields or sun-burnt sands, eyes that look to me with cobalt hope or else midnight reproach. How can I match the measure set for me in their terrifying gaze? All I can offer them - undreamt futures as their toys, my untorn love - is just a small return on their gift to me: my immortality.
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11 Reviews Added on May 9, 2010 Last Updated on May 9, 2010 Authorhollynear Cleveland, OHAboutDo we get to choose who we are, or are we limited by where we live, how we grow up, what we do to earn money? My unchosen facts: I'm old, live in the eastern Mid-West US, grew up with a huge chip on m.. more..Writing
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