Through all the stages, short and long, a daughter is so like a song.
A melody, now sharp, now flat, with counterpoint of this and that.
Major chords are mountain tops, all filled with laughs and lemon drops.
But woven in are minor notes. The tears, the sighs, the lumpy throats.
Not long ago I held you close and crooned soft lullabys.
And in a mother's heart that echo never dies.
Yet in a single day it seems my busy child was filled with dreams.
With slender form and gentle brow a woman stands before me now.
Your courage and your faith are strong. And though the road
is sometimes long and filled with doubts and restless fears,
Your love, your light will brightly shine throughout your time of tears.
God bless you, daughter mine, and wrap you round in angel shine.
May the gift of love abide with you. May the light of wisdom see you through.
Much Love,
Mom
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