::: All of me :::

Daughter, oh daughter, I’ve got these basket of gifts for you.
Their in there deep and hidden carefully. You need to reach down
and sort them around.
Grab for them. One at a time, holding perfectly still and tight.
Open purposefully, caress them and keep those that you want.
But their all for you. You will see each one in time.
I love you dear daughter,
their all of me.

Written by: ~ Melanie Elizabeth-Binz

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