'My Father's Daughter', 'My Mother's Daughter', and 'The Lily'

Definitely my father’s daughter.

But if only you could see

What his lasting impression

Is pressing onto me.

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My mother’s daughter also.

So there’s nothing more to do.

I know I’m screwed because her

Favourite colour was always blue.

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With her petals folded tenderly,

She held her head up high.

Her leaves were green but weathered

Beneath the cold June sky.

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She stretched toward the heavens

And asked her booming “why?”

But no one had an answer

So, I told her not to cry.

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Sometimes beauty just isn’t enough.

Sometimes we just have to bluff

And go on about stupid stuff.

But as long as we’re together,

We can outlast this grey weather

Because the wind and rain can never

Break our iron tether.