Intervals
I held my daughter to my breast
And now her sleeping child there rests
Daughter, granddaughter
I am twice blest.
poem by Sharon FottaAnderson

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I held my daughter to my breast
And now her sleeping child there rests
Daughter, granddaughter
I am twice blest.
poem by Sharon FottaAnderson

Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!