When Daughter Grows Up
A daughter over twenty,
Getting on with
Life's goals
Wonder what it
Is like
To be that age again.
A mother still prays,
A mother still stays
With phone near the hand.
Awaiting for all those
Unanswered voice mails
To turn into a real
Connection.
A daughter
So independent
And so responsible.
Dependable and depended
Upon, respecting her
Grandparents who
Raised her in those
Teen years, the years
Of trial and tribulation.
This mother was not always
The first to hear the news
Perhaps daughter did not
Want to be so dependent
On Mom.
But there is such deep
Admiration for the one
Who was born first.
Never to be forgotten
The long labor and delivery.
The long hours of waiting for the
Text message to appear.
It brings such joy
To this mother's
Heart to know that
Her daughter is alright.
Copyright @2012 CMCastro
- My Baby Was Born With A Cleft Palate
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