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My son’s first love
the break up it was heart breaking
It had come to shove
and no longer for the taking was
My daughter in the making
to me most caring
Feminine not faking
Hindsight - I was overbearing
So keen was I for
this here dating
Considered future mating
Granny in the making
What fool am I
yearning for this thing
How dare I cry
that is not the way a daughter’s true love comes by
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