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When her child is
born,
God has blessed her
with perfect love
The child is a daughter
Sent from the angels
above.
You nurture her and
love her with all your might
Day and night, day
and night
You hold her in your
arms and gently rock
As the hours tick
away on the clock.
She learns to walk
and talk
And play house with
her dolls and toys
She starts school,
gets friends,
Has crushes on all
the boys.
The teen years come,
the panic sets in
Your heart beats
fast from deep within
The attitudes come
full boar
Rolling eyes, tantrums,
and the slamming of the door.
Tempers flare, tears
are shed
Many a sleepless
night are spent in your bed
"You're not being
fair" is shouted out
While she goes to
her room to pout.
Then, as you have
reached the end of your rope,
Your hair has been
pulled out, your nerves shot
She waltzes in and
gives you a hug
And hands you the
rose she just bought.
You remember your
mother telling you
The curse heard by
all so true
"I hope you have
a daughter who is just like you,"
"Just like the one
that I do!"
She is a young adult
now, the empty nest is here
You weep softly,
you want to say 'don't go', but don't dare
She has to spread
her wings and fly like the angels do
As she moves out,
in her, you see you.
You remember back
to the diaper days
When you couldn't
wait for her to grow
She is on her own
now
Breaking your heart
to see her go.
You ask for guidance
and strength
As you say your prayers
at the end of the day
"Did I do a good
job Lord" you ask,
"Yes," the Lord says,
"You've done ok."
© Deb Stewart
03-18-2001
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