and So She Came
I did not expect it,
I didn't even hope for it,
but it happened:
my sweet daughter came to me,
and we both loved it.
We had tea, went shopping,
she, TO ME, was talking!
About her life, her songs,
through her young eyes,
I was looking.
I kept silent,
listening to her in awe,
where did this young woman come from?
And then I recognized in her smile,
a well known gesture,
of course! It's mine.
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I Was Told
for Clara, my daughter, my heart, my song
She didn't invite me,
my soul was there, though.
I was told she sang her song,
brave, beautiful,
young, and yet, strong.
I was told, that
the audience,
she faced, fearless.
A tight and short skirt,
over endless legs,
over ivory shoulders,
flew her fair hair.
Next concert, wether,
invited or not,
I shall see her by myself
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