My Daughter  

As I look into the face of
the young woman who stands   
before me, I see a hint of the little
girl that used to be mine.
I remember the first time I saw you.
How my heart sang, she's mine.
 
I remember your first word,
your first step, and your first doll. 
The memory of your constant laughter
without a care,  fills my soul.

My daughter, you have touched
many lives. Those lives have been
left with a special spark,
because you are special.

Though all I have are memories
of that little girl, they are mine
and can never be taken away.

So when I look at the young
woman before me,
 I say with pride, she's mine.
  My Daughter.   
With all my Love,
 Mother  

Written By
Elizabeth Nancolas
as a gift for her daughter, Margaret Lynn on her 20th birthday.
This is an especially meaningful gift as it was the last
her mother gave her before she passed.
Click here to email Margaret Lynn.