Daughter
It occurred to me
When you were so little
That your bright eyes and smile
Made my love for you growing mile by mile.
It occurred to me
When you were a bit older
That your mischief making
Was so natural for you.
When you became a teenager
You sought out boyfriends.
My task as a mother grew
When I looked at your face so true.
You are a beautiful woman now.
You are kind and gracious how.
It makes me think I had good luck
In being your mother.
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