My Daughter, Myself

It seems like it was yesterday That you came into this world You were so pink, and small and doll-like The most perfect, sweetest baby girl You ate and slept Then you started to coo Your cheeks were so rosy And I always held you You walked before you crawled I remember like it was last week I used to run to catch your fall I protected you, as if I was your sheath Now the years are passing But you're still my little girl You're a small, tiny me And I love you the best in the world No hug of yours is left unheld No kiss gone unfelt You are so beautiful Your tiny voice like a bell I love when you come to me now With a bleeding scab on your knee Or for me to play dolls with you And at bedtime I tuck you in gently I love when you brush my hair Even if it ends up all in knots And when you cried because your doll broke It is acceptance that I taught You draw me pictures That look like circles and trees And it's beautiful when you explain, "That's you, Mommy, and that's me" As each day ticks by And you grow more beautiful, I'm so proud That you are a part of me And it is your love that I found I hope when it's time, You will find your path in life My job is only to guide And I'll stay right by your side My daughter, myself I will give you anything I can Love, trust, advice and comfort And I hope you'll always hold my hand. Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 07 2002 07:46 AM PST   0 • 8