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| My baby girl - about 2 months old |
Once she was tiny
A mere 7lbs in my hands
Then she grew stronger
My arms held her close
As a toddler she was brave
She could walk a long way
She loved her mama well
She was a survivor I could tell
She hugged me tight
She kissed me goodnight
She continued to grow
A young woman I began to know
She is taller than me now
She thinks she knows it all
But her mother she will come to
When her world begins to fall
There are days we cry together
Then we are birds of a feather
One day she may know
The joy of a mother’s heart
She will learn the sorrow
Of watching your child grow
She will leave me
She will go out on her own
She will always know
She can return home
Her mother adores her
She is in my heart
No matter where life takes us
We will never be apart
My baby is not 7
She is not even 11
But hopefully by the time
She reaches 27
She will be my friend
In my heart to the end
A mother loves her child
She learns to let go
But the worry, the love
Never from her mind go
Sarah Sherman
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