Sometimes I writes poems to time travel
Brainstorm, dabble, peel back the layers and unravel
5am at the airport reading and writing to myself
About big and little things, famine in Darfur, my mental health
Jokes, dreams, and history, maybe one day my daughter will read it
Faults of hers that I share, yet still criticize more than I should - so be it
Please do as I say, not as I may be
I see the little girl that I once knew, and a young woman before me
Light years ahead of me, in wit and creativity
With the eyes and grin of her mother, so lucky are we
Days seem like hours, leaves on your family tree
I just read a poem that I wrote about you when you were just three
I mused about you and your family living in the next century!
Will you read this poem, and tell them about me?

 
    

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