Look a mother standing here With her daughter coming near She turns to see a smiling face Returns the favor with a gleaming gaze.
And as she looks she is amazed The is no fog nor any haze In disbelief and in a sigh She can't believe she's in her daughters eyes.
She looks down and she can see A spitting image, of her used to be She falls to her knees in a moment of glee For she can't believe what she meant to thee
In a moments notice She knows the important She must raise her to be Nothing less than the woman she sees.
At once she enraptures the running child And pours her love, worth all the wild With a love so strong that she cries All because she's in her daughters eyes.
Pheonix of Angels · Sun Dec 13, 2009 @ 04:31pm · 0 Comments |