Watching her children playing
Outside her door
Such a different life than
She had before.
Parties and dances
Painting the town red
Now theres diapers and
Boos boos and kids to be fed.
Laundry and dusting, it
Just never ends
Where does dreams fade away
And reality begins.
Does she ever wonder ..is she
Happy with her life?
Is it enough to be a good Mother
And a loving wife?
Is she happy with wiping
Little noses
Ring around the
roses
Patty cake, Patty cake
Bakers man
Building castles in
The sand?
Blues Clues or cartoons
Playing on the TV
Kids screaming down the
Hall..Mommy, he hit me!
Crumbs on the carpet and
Crayon on the wall
Jacob crying because he just
Had a fall.
Brooke just spilled her milk
All over the floor
One year old Brittany is trying
To run out the door.
I wonder how she does it...She
Never gives up
Dreams all but forgotten in a
Cold coffee cup.
Just when I think she can't
take anymore
Brooke gives her a hug and I
Can see her spirit soar.
Jacob and Brittany climb in Mamas
Lap for a good nite kiss
With tearful eyes I understand
There's nothing this Mom has missed.
This inspiration came from my lovely daughter Donna who is the mother of three children, Brooke 4, Jacob 3, and Brittany 1. She is a devoted wife and mother. Her husband is loving and supportive. I am very proud of her little family and of her.
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Reviews of "Tribute to My Daughter"
Reviewed by awkward poet (Reader)
Reviewed on February 15, 2003
What a tribute... beautiful.
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on February 4, 2003
Again utterly beautiful..Daughters are very special..Ty, Dani
great write about your daughter and grandbabies! they will be touched by this, i know they will! :) (((HUGS)))
Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2003
It always is good to be proud of a person like this one written in this poem because it takes love and devotion to be a strong person to raise and take care of the next generation of people who might have to take care of us someday but on another note this pome is a great job done you should be both proud of this poem and your daughter bravo bravo!!!
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2003
My mother just spoke yesterday of all the things women miss when they do not stay at home with their, children. I reminded her of all the things the children missed while Mom is at work.
Some say that the eyes are the windows to our souls. I would rather believe that children are the true windows to our souls...
I'mm 44 a second time single male and my greatest achievements in my life (even though they tend to push me to the grave at time LoL) are my two children...
Perhaps I will be blessed to be able to have more children before it's too late and I'm too old...
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
A wicked Cajun Fairy named Robes Pierre entered the impenetrable Magical doll land of Sha Bebe. Queen Faustina, the ruler of the doll land, thought she had destroyed him, but he's back! Will the doll land survive his evil ways?
A wicked Cajun Fairy named Robes Pierre entered the impenetrable Magical doll land of Sha Bebe. Queen Faustina, the ruler of the doll land, thought she had destroyed him, but he's back! Will the doll land survive his evil ways?
your daughter and her brood are a tribute to you
j+
I'mm 44 a second time single male and my greatest achievements in my life (even though they tend to push me to the grave at time LoL) are my two children...
Perhaps I will be blessed to be able to have more children before it's too late and I'm too old...
Beautiful write. The imagery is perfect...
God Bless
~Michelle~
~ Dee
Keep up the good work.
~Linda~
William
Excellent Write
~sanil