I wrote this poem to my daughter on her thirteenth birthday. Every day since she was born I have been blessed to look into her eyes, and each time I do I discover and rediscover who I am as a mother.
Sweet O of your baby mouth
Pink gummy smiles, sepia eyes
Seeming to reflect the wisdom of other lifetimes lived
Grasping my finger in your tiny hand
I prayed you'd never let go.
Little girl in scuffed sneakers
Glorious curls that I twirled
Quietly, tenaciously you found your place, took root
These wind borne parts became whole
The picture was complete.
Girl, woman, you are as I imagined you
The bright opus who flowered under my heart
Defining your destiny in a world now so much bigger
Than we dreamed
When you skipped your small stones across the water.
And I who loved you first can watch you grow
Can watch you go into this immensity of life
Adrift in this new space and place I find myself
Until I look into your ocean eyes
And find the shore.