She knew this day would one day arrive

just as she knows each morning the sun will rise…


Still she feels its bittersweetness…

as this day delights and terrifies…


Sometimes she can’t stop herself from smiling…

other times…she cries


For today is the day when she can no longer see…

the child in her daughter’s eyes…


But she knows she given her daughter roots and wings

and she knows her daughter is wise


So she proudly stands aside and watches

the day her daughter flies.…

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She loved bedtimes with her daughter

reading her a story

listening to her ask the Lord her soul to keep.

She loved tucking her in

kissing her good night

and watching as she nodded off to sleep…


And when the room was filled with darkness

save one errant moonlight beam

she loved to linger in the doorway

and listen to her dream.

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She was sad not knowing where her mom’s mind was taking her

sad how sometimes she’d be lost to her a while…

but happy every now and then,…when she’d turn to her and smile.


for in those fleeting moments

moments of surprise 

she saw the glow return to her mother’s face

and the sparkle to her eyes…


And she would relish in those moments

savor every second when….

for even the briefest flash…

she was her mom again.

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She tried to lasso her daughter’s energy

then paused, shook her head and grinned…

for she knew trying to capture her spirit

would be like trying to catch the wind.


It was at that moment she saw 

what many a mother sees

that you don’t always have to catch the wind

to be able to enjoy the breeze.

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Simply put she is my baby

and my baby she always will be

I’ve known that from the moment

she grew inside of me


But life has a way of moving

how quickly the changing zephyrs whirl

where once crawled my little baby

now stands my little girl.


“She’s your little girl!”, says my mind

As it tries desperately this knowledge to impart..

But I’m not always listening

“She’s still your baby!”, says my heart.


And at every stage in her life

my mind and heart shall disagree…

Young woman, woman, mother

She’s still my baby to me.


And I imagine this is to be my destiny

the way it always will be…

that she will remain my baby


even when she’s 93.

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Her dream had just been shattered…she thought her life was through…

she ran to her mother crying…unsure what she should do.


Her mother welcomed her into her arms…she knew what she would say.

She’d say whatever happens in life…do not put your dreams away.


She’d say sometimes dreams are broken…as life thunders along

but your heart is reparable…it is resolute and pure…and strong.


She’d say yes this one dream’s broken…but this I know is true…

You are still a dreamer….and the next dream begins with you….


She’d say though it is very sad…this latest dream is gone

you will soon create another dream and your heart will lead you on…


She’d say I will be here to hold you…when any dream of yours comes true…

and if any dream should fail…I’ll be here to hold you too….


Yes, she was ready with the answers…she knew just what to say…

but that was for another moment…another time…another day…


For in this moment she said nothing…there’s a simple reason why…


a mother knows that sometimes…a daughter needs to cry.

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One day her daughter ran to her…her face was filled with tears.

She held her close not knowing…if it was sadness…pain…or fear.


One day she didn’t ask what had caused her tears to stir…

Instead she softly sang a song…a song her mother sang to her.


One day her daughter heard that song …and while nestled in her mother’s arms

felt free from sadness, free from fear…free from suffering and harm.


One day she will remember the song that made her heartache go away.

And she will sing it to her daughter…

when she runs to her…


one day

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