A Mother Daughter Relationship - Poem by Morgan Phillips
The nine months of unbearable displeasure,
Are all of a sudden worth it when you see this treasure.
The feeling of holding her in your arms at last,
The joyous emotion will never dare to pass.
You get to watch her grow, just as you did.
You would give your eternal soul for her, your life you would bid.
Trials and tribulations come with the joys of puberty.
A wider respect for your parent’s patience with you, soon to be.
You want to hug her and spank her, whenever she dares sass.
Quick witted, smart, and more than sometimes stubborn as an ass.
But she comes to you when she needs to cry on a shoulder,
You want her to stay with you and never get any older.
Sometimes you lose your mind over the protesting, angsty screams.
Still the love in your heart makes it burst at the seams.
But soon enough she is out of the house and into school.
Sometimes you feel like your experiencing life’s crueler rule.
You have come to be disheveled when you go through life without her.
You don’t know what to do. But you are still her mother.
Remembering back on the old days, when life was a real mess,
You will always love her, nonetheless.
This is the feeling of maternal love,
Towards your precious gift, sent from up above.
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