Mother and Daughter

Not so cunning as a fox
My curious daughter went uninvited into my jewellery box

She left a trail of clues so clear
That said she had explored my gear

But a memory was unfolded
I didn't question, I left her unscoulded

I remember having the same obsession
With my own mothers precious  possessions

It made a smile wash over, with pounding heart beats.
Mother and daughter, for ever and ever and history repeats!

poem by Stevie Taite
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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