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Daughter, Divorce, Love, Love Poems, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Valentine’s Day
She is the child of a marriage lost,
Tossed into the ashes,
A heap of wanting to forget everything,
Except her, our baby girl, born
On a day they invented for love.
My Valentine,
From the man I forgot.
Life, and love, go on,
Like they said they do–
On that, they did not lie.
She is a grown woman now,
Married, has her own child.–
Aww, life, love, yearning, and hurt;
It is all gloriously entwined today.