Seeds Sown into Fruit All Grown

Perhaps a fitting thing,
Ceteris paribus, to pray
Is for their own daughters
One distant, darker day
Who find themselves
In terrible need
To have the only ones in their corner
Be to their daughters

Exactly what they have been to me.

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