It seems like yesterday
When our eyes met
I looked you over
Complete, from head to foot
Seeing the color of your eyes
Your hair strawberry blonde
Your pale white skin
You were mine
All through the years
I would watch you close
Standing in the way
Of anyone who got too close
You preferred me
Over anyone else
Saying 'Momma Hold You'
As I would start to leave
I pampered you constantly
And as you grew more
You wanted to let go
Of my hand as we walked
This incredible child
Grew into the woman today
Needing me less
Wanting to spread your wings
Look at you now
This woman you are
Loving her children
Just like me before that
We shared our lives
Not without some price
Having to let you go
So you can have your life
I will always look back
Remembering our time
Full of love and devotion to
This Woman, My Child
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A wonderful depiction of life, love, growing up...and the cycle of life... This poem is a gem.