Mothers like daughters
She has eyes like mine
Her voice is like mine
She has my laugh
People tell me she could be my sister
She wears her hair like mine
She dresses like me
She likes to borrow my shoes
She likes the old movies I watch
She listens to the same music
I listen to
She likes to see me work
She likes it even more when she gets to
Come along
We have different taste in guys
But the same taste in movie stars
She watches The View and Oprah with me
I can't remember a time before her
And I probably will not see a time after her
She likes to use my perfume
And to see me get ready
She asks for my advice
And likes to sit discussing our days over ice cream
I don't remember the exact day we met
But she does

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