Watching your little girl play so carefree,
you think one day
I hope I can be
just like that.
But once upon a time you
were already a child too,
twirling and dancing under a twilight sky,
reaching for a mother’s steady hand
and knowing it would be there.
It hits you right where you stand:
Your time hasn’t gone.
It’s just moved on,
come full circle like the bright pink moon.
And like the moon,
it will turn again soon.
The well will never run dry
of daughters made mothers,
of mothers and daughters and the love they share,
heavy as a whole heart and light as air.
A Virginia Writer's Diary 
maraviloso! bravo! un saludo desde argentina
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Muchas gracias! Y gracias por leer!
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i need a “love” button!!
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I love to hear that!
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Lucy Blue is changing before our eyes, isn’t she? (Which is good, or else how can she become who she is to become?). You have such a talent, Katie, for matching your words and images to create vignettes of life that reach inside us, charm us, and encourage thought. It is so important to me these days to have those moments to focus on a moment in time when we can feel a sense of peace, and hope, and purpose, and find a way to share that.
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