...it starts...

my beautiful daughter

you cannot know

how much my heart breaks

as I watch you grow.

in time you'll become

independent and free

always my daughter

and special to me.

as you grow older

you will see

through the eyes of a mother

reflections of me.

past, present and future

all intertwined

my mother, your mother

all daughters you'll find.

our reflections, not vanity

mirrored lives we share

always a daughter

your mother, who cares.

by carol

just BE.

robin.