For My Daughters Poem by Mad Gone

I sigh when I recall your charming faces,
I cry when I remember your loving, warm embraces.
How blind can a mother be,
Not to remember and not to see.
When times it appeared the journey much too hard,
Like the words of some lonely lament/song by the Irish bard.
Your smiles and your happy laughter,
Always there for the long morning after.

I fear I have set you upon a wayward road,
Lessons that will not keep out the cold.
As any good mother would not care to do,
I put others cares in front of you.
The happy home I had so strived to provide,
Has come to this, tears I no longer care to hide.
When night had almost won the battle,
We fought together and bore the sting from bitter nettles.

I asked too much, and give too little,
Your hearts like sand through my brittle fingers whittle.
If I could say how proud a mother could be of her daughters,
I would say how you are the hand that calms the troubled waters,
The stars, the sun the moon that shines,
What I want to say can not be expressed in these few simple lines.
Tell you that your love is so undeserving,
For the dish that I was never really serving.

I pray you will someday forgive me,
For the heartaches that I failed to see.
When I hear a young lad sing you to sleep,
My heart I fear will never stop to seep.
If I failed you at this present time,
I will be the hour that always chimes.
The shadow that so closely follows,
and will try to wash away all your future sorrows.