A poem, to my daughter.
I love you more than I can ever own
to you or myself,
for how can I confess, when one day I know
that you will be grown
And I know the things that I would never have known
had you not come along and given me
the painful mother love I will feel
Long after you are grown
Holding you, sleeping by your side, I am shown
a sort of peace and promise in this world that is
…rare
When once you’re grown
And until you have a baby of your own
you will never feel what it is to belong
to someone who needs you only
Until they are grown
And this time that we have shared, where neither one has to lie alone
will then be lost and
I will stare at the dark and mourn
That you are grown
But, for now, you cannot even see the line
that separates you
from me.
For now; you’re mine
And that sense of something undefined –
that your soul came looking,
and found me,
makes you mine
And I’ll cling on to every precious second,
every heartbeat of time,
every sweet breath, murmured sigh, soft look, sleepy moan
that tells me
‘You are mine’,
Until you are grown.
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