My Daughter
She’s my heart in a tiny smile,
A laugh that makes the world worthwhile.
In her eyes, I see my grace,
My past, my strength, my safest place.
I’m not a coach or expert. I’m just a woman who cries while folding laundry and still believes in healing. This blog is my mirror and my map. It is for the parts of me I’m still learning to love. If you’re here, maybe you’re healing too. Welcome. ❤️ Find poems with themes of a Parent, a Woman, or as more specifically a Mom. ๐ฉ๐ผ Feel understood in an environment you can breathe in. Support is Always welcome never Required. Thank you ๐ Instagram: @may.bemal Facebook: Bloomfolk Co.
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