<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=571876" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>She's My Daughter's Age</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My daughter is her age</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How am I to follow this girl<br>into the swords and spears of the enemy<br>when she is my daughter’s age? <br>she stands looking up at us and<br>we looking down<br>presenting to us the battle plan.<br>her small, thin, childish voice, <br>barely heard over the deep, loud voices of full grown men, <br>is feeble compared to past commanders.<br>she carries no weapon<br>only a small dagger<br>which her petite hands hold in the fashion of amateurs.<br>she wears the thinnest armor available, <br>her immature body unable to carry anything heavier.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She’s my daughter’s age</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her unruly hair, <br>a shade lighter than the coffee color of my daughter’s, <br>runs past her shoulders to the middle of her back. <br>an inch shorter than my daughter, <br>the top of her head does not even reach my shoulders.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She’s my daughter’s age<br>How am I-<br>“Amen”, she says as she finishes her prayer<br>reverently making the sign of the cross and walking back to her tent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stand there, <br>processing that last scene in awe<br>for she may be similar to my daughter<br>in age, height, and hair<br>but she has something my daughter does not</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faith.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Luz+Gonzalez">Luz Gonzalez</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=571876" data-title="She's My Daughter's Age de Luz Gonzalez" data-description="My daughter is her age How am I to follow this girl into the swords and spears of the enemy when she is my daughter’s age? she stands looking up at us and we looking down presenting to us the battle plan. her small, thin, childish voice, bare..."></div> </div> </div>

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