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Five thousand, eight hundred forty days

I have loved you, and taught you,

And worried about you, and cheered you.

And I bear some shame to admit

I have been angry and shocked

And sad and hurt

And resentful.

And embarrassingly, I confess

I have shed tears of joy and pride

As I have watched you grow.

But most recently, when you turned sixteen,

And I had no money, no gift to give you,

To celebrate this milestone of my child’s,

The grace with which you forgave me,

And reassured me, and gave me your love

Astonished me.

For at sixteen, although still my little girl,

You are a young woman,

Secure in herself

And generous of spirit.

So I will shame myself yet again

With the shedding of many tears

Upon my proud breast

For you, my sweet sixteen.