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Daughter
Every home should have a daughter,
for there's nothing like a girl
To keep the world around her
in one continuous whirl....
From the moment she arrives on earth,
and on through womanhood,
A daughter is a female
who is seldom understood....
One minute she is laughing,
the next she starts to cry,
Man just can't understand her
and there's just no use to try....
She is soft and sweet and cuddly,
but she's also wise and smart,
She's a wondrous combination
of a mind and brain and heart....
And even in her baby days
she's just a born coquette,
And anything she really wants
she manages to get....
For even at a tender age
she uses all her wiles
And she can melt the hardest heart
with the sunshine of her smiles....
She starts out as a rosebud
with her beauty unrevealed,
Then through a happy childhood
her petals are unsealed....
She's soon a sweet girl graduate,
and then a blushing bride,
And then a lovely woman
as the rosebud opens wide....
And some day in the future,
if it be God's gracious will,
She, too, will be a Mother
and know that reverent thrill
That comes to every Mother
whose heart is filled with love
When she beholds the "angel"
that God sent her from above....
And there would be no life at all
in this world or the other
Without a darling daughter
who, in turn, becomes a Mother!
Author Unknown
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My Daughters
You make me feel young again, my daughters
Full of life and enthusiasm
Talking girlish talk and giggling
Happy to be together again
After months of being apart.
Words rushing, tumbling one over another,
Trying to cram into this short time together,
Happenings and events of months and miles apart,
Talking of your lives, loves, and latest hairstyles,
Husbands, fashions, and laughing,
at the anecdotes of your children.
I look at you and I think...
Was it yesterday or the day before,
That you were little girls,
Each with your very own personality,
sometimes naughty, sometimes nice,
Throwing a temper tantrum or ...
Throwing little arms around me
And saying, "Mother, I love you!"
And I wondered and I worried..
What would you grow up to be?
What would be your calling?
Would you be able to take your place in society
As honorable and trustworthy women?
I look at you now and I marvel
Fine, beautiful young ladies,
Full of virtue, and love for your family,
And friends, as well as for others.
Contributing so much to society.
As I think about you, I smile to myself
I am thankful for you, my daughters,
Whom God gave to me,
Who make me laugh and make me cry,
And feel young again.
I look at you my daughters, and I see,
A part of myself ...
A little better,
A little lovelier,
A little more virtuous
And I feel proud, that I had a hand
In making you what you are
And I think..
I must have done something right!
Poem by Fannie Lane Steele
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Reflections of a Mother
I gave you life,
but I cannot live it for you.
I can give you directions,
but I cannot be there to lead you.
I can take you to church,
but I cannot make you believe.
I can teach you right from wrong,
but I cannot decide for you.
I can buy you beautiful clothes,
but I cannot make you beautiful inside.
I can offer you advice,
but I cannot accept it for you.
I can give you love,
but I cannot force it upon you.
I can teach you to share,
but I cannot make you unselfish.
I can teach you respect,
but I cannot force you to show honor.
I can advise you about friends,
But I cannot chose them for you.
I can advise you about sex,
but I cannot keep you pure.
I can tell you about alcohol and drugs,
but I can't say "No" for you.
I can tell you about lofty goals,
but I cannot achieve them for you.
I can teach you about kindness,
but I can't force you to be gracious.
I can pray for you,
but I cannot make you walk with God.
I can tell you how to live,
but I cannot give you eternal life.
I can love you with unconditional love
all of my life....and I will.
Author Unknown
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