My baby is leaving home today,
it was only twenty years ago
that she came into the world.
A tiny angel
now all grown up,
with a shining heart of gold
and a sword of truth.
Today i see it ever more clearly,
the blessing of this little cherub,
God's perfect gift to me,
My sadness has my cup
running over.
The emotions of a mother on the eve of her lovingly brought up daughter leaving home is beautifully brought out in this poem...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dads miss them too, but we gave them life for them to live it :) I am proud of all my girls. Lovely poem.