I hope my girl always remembers, forever and ever, the girls who came before her.

Will you walk alongside her
through the years –
the tough ones,
the smooth ones,
even when you’re not here?

If only
you could see it all.
If only
I could too.
If only
we didn’t stop until
everyone’s story

Of course
that’s not the way we want it;
we never would wish for that.

We will be characters in her story,
and today will be a day
she remembers.

And a piece of her story will read:
All I remember for sure is —
They were there.
Always there.
Next to me.
I can feel them.
Even now.

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