Gazing in wonder
At the child in her arms
She promised to love her
Protect her from harm.
Motherhood not something
For which she could prepare
But she swore that her daughter
Would know that she cared.
She was a fine mother
The best she knew how
Made lots of mistakes
But got through them somehow!
Then one day her daughter
A woman now grown
Moved out of her arms
For a life of her own!
Her heart became heavy
Where had the time gone?
What purpose had she
Now her child had moved on?
She knew beyond doubt
Things were how they must be
That her daughter must seek out
Her own destiny!
But she holds onto memories
She treasures like gold
Of that babe in her arms
She give anything to hold!
© Annabel Sheila
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and who love you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much lve in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister, Barbie
Daniel
Ron
Sheila
Regis
Blessings,
Christine
Great poem, my friend.
Your friend, Mark
Joy L. Hale
Peace
Tony