To Dance With My Daughter - Poem by Ruth warren
Looking through the window as I watch you at play,
seeing me as a child, memories flood my way
The gentle way you smile as the butterflies fly about,
the most precious sight in this Mom's eyes, theres no doubt.
I watch as the warm winds blow through your hair,
so freely you run, as I hear your laughter in the air.
The grass swaying beneath your little feet,
as in this heart these memories I keep.
The birds sing their sweet tunes each time you are around,
to their heart your beauty will forever be bound.
I remember all the little things as I watch you grow,
now new memories being made, ones also that
my heart will hold.
As you read your first book without missing a beat,
we danced together, as you stood upon my feet.
The memory of your laughter still ringing in my ear's,
the memory of my eye's filled with tears.
You are grown now and still as beautiful as the years before,
and now new memories of my eyes filled with tears as you
walk out that door. I still see the wind blowing through your
hair, chasing those butterflies without a care.
Keep your feet firmly upon the ground, the birds will still
sing their sweet tunes each time you are around.
Be strong sweetheart, and don't be afraid to take life's chance,
just one thing before you go.....Can your Mom have this last dance?
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