In the early morn of April tenth
relieved I breathed a sigh.
A happy ending finally
when I heard your tiny cry.
The nurse said "it's a beautiful girl"
the doctor said "she's healthy".
If I'd been living in poverty
at that moment I was wealthy!
It seemed like time would never pass
before they brought you in
and I could feel you in my arms
and touch your fragile skin.
I'd seen so many babies before
so precious and so small
but of anything I'd ever experienced
this moment topped them all.
I remember how you sighed and cooed
and though it was seventeen years away
These memories are so vivid still
as though it were only yesterday.
I marveled at the miracle I held
amazed, verifying each tiny part.
Ten little fingers-ten toes too
I didn't know where to start!
The nurse had taken special pains
to tie a silky red bow
among your locks of curly black hair,
Oh! If only you could know-
How much I was filled with pride and love
as I held your tiny being.
The same young lady, now seventeen
that in your sleep I'm seeing.
Captions of memories and feelings
representing the passing years.
And fragments of times I cherish so
make up a volcano of tears.
Tears I guess, both happy and sad-
sad because along the way
there were things I should have done and didn't.
Did I overlook things I should say?
It's important to me for you to have
the things that left me void.
I want to shelter you from all pain
though some things you can't avoid.
Other tears represent memories of-
so many things we've been through.
How ironic the parallels of two lives cross
as if we were one-not two!
Thank you for all the loving times
you've brought me over the years.
For countless times of moral support
that minimized doubts and fears.
It seems I could write forever and still
not even begin to touch
on the multitude of feelings I feel
because you mean so much.
God knew before I knew myself
that I couldn't be complete
without a daughter like you beside me
to help me conquer defeat.
To help remind me when I'm feeling
all reasons for living are gone-
There's a reason more vital than myself
and for it I must go on.
He knew just how a daughter should be
how she should look, what she should do
to give me pride in life's highest form,
that's why God gave me you!
Love,
Mom
(Written April 10th, 11th & 12th of 1979)