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1.  

The parents stood proudly holding their daughter-

their faith hope and dreams realized in this other;

And the congregation gathered round to witness

the public vow and committment.



You've never seen eyes open so wide

taking in the faces like the rushing tide-

as if trying to take it all in ere it slips away

on this, her dedication day.



As the child is passed to hands unfamiliar

she turns to see that it isn't an error.

But her parents smiling beside the altar

hush her cries to only a whimper.



The child is returned still unaware

of what lies behind her parents' proud stare.

Words are whispered, a prayer is sent

and there is a certain innocence.



2.  

She slammed the door to stop the swelling

of her father's speeches and her mother's yelling.  

"Oh if only the rest of the world could see

the way those hypocrites are to me."



Eyes red and narrow from all the tears

from all of the fighting over all of the years-

she swears she'll bring it all to an end

before facing another week grounded again.



"Perhaps a private school will teach her...

drive the rebellion out of her nature."

When they said "Goodbye" she had little to say.

To hold back the tears she turned away.



A young woman returns, quite unfamiliar-

"Pleasant enough, but you can't talk to her....

A little gratitude's in order little misses....

Is all the thanks we get this ambivalence?"



3.

A beautiful young mother with a newborn too-

sometimes she just can't believe it's all true.

"My life has been such a horrible bore...

I swear to you, this one will be all yours."



The daughter stared back with eyes open wide,

her mothers love like a gentle tide...

to see it makes one want to say

"I saw something very special today."



As a young girl's dreams become a woman's cares

she made many mistakes and many errors.

Often she came to Mom's bed at night.

Mom shared her tears as well as advice.



The grandfolks were astonished as was the pastor

when through the back door walked mother and daughter.

As the first hymn started they found an empty back bench,

and we're back where we started, ... well, in a sense.