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
