Life · Poetry · Pride

The Seed

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You grew from me
Out of all the rage
Tears and joy
You grew from me
I’m watching you now
And I can’t help but be proud
Do you remember when we were nothing but naive
And now look at us
You grew from me
The seed planted by our father
And nurtured by our mother

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