A Poem to Our Daughters
Your little hands, your tiny feet, I still remember when.
You started as a part of me; I was much younger then.
The sleepless nights I still recall, you needed to be fed.
As tired and weary as I was, I staggered from my bed.
And when you gazed into my eyes, a smile with me you shared,
It touched my heart deep in my soul; no sacrifice was spared.
The years passed by, you grew and grew; a reason for my being.
Your clever wit and loving ways were all that I was seeing.
A mother’s love that binds her child is hard to understand,
For those that never walk that road, or never play that hand.
As for me I know for sure without the slightest doubt.
I’d never change a single thing; you're what my life’s about.