My Daughter’s Changing Life 

I am no longer the center

of my daughter’s life; the far off 

Cry for Daddy could now mean

Maddie, 

Her younger sister,

Or perhaps my form has four paws,

an endlessly wagging tail

and powerful jaws,  

Munching on a bone under the table,

Instead of being two cats curled in the corner,

Sleeping. 

I am no longer the center

Of my daughter’s life; she now knows 

What I have taught her so far,

And learns faster what I do not have time to teach.  

J. M. Giles

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