I did dwell here.
I did grow here.
I did mature
I wasn't to dwell here.
A new look I fear.
A new voice I hear.
I felt unsure
I wasn't to dwell there.
A daughter's travel.
Denying is hiding the harsh reality of life...
( When I grew up in the beautiful garden that I knew was mine.
After marriage, there was a different flower that possessed my garden.
I was not supposed to dwell there......
Dedicated to all girls who love their father's home and have to finally part away.
Husband's ancestors replace.
A complete identity crisis that women if they deny will be hiding the harsh reality of life.)