I look at my child as she looks at me,
And into her eyes I look and I see
The innocence that fills her unspoiled soul.
These moments I wish I could treasure and hold.
But my baby is growing, and influences are strong.
I hope she remembers the right from the wrong.
I've tried hard to instill these virtues inside,
But regardless, she still fills me with happiness and pride.
The job of a Mother can be very hard.
With tears full and plenty, your heart can feel scared.
When you look at your baby filled with happiness and glee,
No better reward for a Mother can be.
As hard as it is or as it can be,
I'd never trade this experience for anything, you see.
The innocence she holds she has passed on to me,
And a much better person she's helped me to be.
Yep, I like the poem very much. I'm also the mother of 7-year-old daughter. It's true, the role of a mother is difficult, but when the seed starts growing into a plant then you cherish it,...
Looking At My Child
Published by Family Friend Poems September 2008 with permission of the Author.
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