My beautiful daughter, a dream come true
A love so strong that only grew
Each tiny movement, each precious coo
My perfect baby, I so love you
A little girl, so quiet and smart
You know the way to melt my heart
Talent in all, both science and art
From others you are set apart
A stubborn teen, a will so strong
A mind of your own, the child gone
We need to teach you right from wrong
Just wishing we we would get along
Words of anger, words of fear
Not the words I longed to hear
Wishing it would all be clear
Wanting you to know I'm here
My lovely daughter, almost grown
You wanted to be all on your own
I didn't know you were so alone
What to say? I wish I'd known
I only know my love was true
Every moment that we went through
Prouder than you ever knew
My grown-up daughter, I so love you
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
50 Years - A Poem for my parents
A lavendar-clad beauty catches his glance
He meets her, they talk, she flirts, they dance
Youth, thrills, excitement and dreams
Commitment and love, all easy it seems
Years pass quickly for this husband and wife
Four children, three moves, so busy with life
Blessings are plenty, this family is rich
Children grow up, each finding his niche
Mid-life strikes fast and nothing's the same
Love's not so easy. Who blew out the flame?
Love isn't all good. It isn't all fun.
Grief strikes intensely, the loss of a son.
In good times or bad, their marriage vows read
Life's surprises unknown at the time they were wed
Pride, accomplishments, disappointments, or pain
Through each curvy bend, they always remain
Love's not about beauty. It's not about lust
It's about a lifetime of memories, a lifetime of trust
Real love must endure all kinds of tears
Real love is my parents the past fifty years
He meets her, they talk, she flirts, they dance
Youth, thrills, excitement and dreams
Commitment and love, all easy it seems
Years pass quickly for this husband and wife
Four children, three moves, so busy with life
Blessings are plenty, this family is rich
Children grow up, each finding his niche
Mid-life strikes fast and nothing's the same
Love's not so easy. Who blew out the flame?
Love isn't all good. It isn't all fun.
Grief strikes intensely, the loss of a son.
In good times or bad, their marriage vows read
Life's surprises unknown at the time they were wed
Pride, accomplishments, disappointments, or pain
Through each curvy bend, they always remain
Love's not about beauty. It's not about lust
It's about a lifetime of memories, a lifetime of trust
Real love must endure all kinds of tears
Real love is my parents the past fifty years
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