Kaylin Weir

If the World Were Ending, I'd Gather the Eldest Daughters
A poem by Kaylin Weir honoring the steady strength and caretaking role of eldest daughters.
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Steve MFirst to rec“Not the loud kind of strong, the steady kind. The show-up-with-a-plan kind. The stay-beside-you-in-the-quiet kind. The ones who remember to lock the doors, get the coffee going, and make sure you've eaten. Tough enough for winter. Soft enough to stay human in it. Eldest daughters are not the people who save the day. They are the people who make sure there's still a day to save.”
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