Circle of Life

When did this metamorphosis come about? As I stand and watch.....wanting to intercede.. To be the one this little boy needs The one who kisses the forehead, ...and wipes away tears... It's who I've been....for all these years... It's who I still long to be... That private place inside of me... As I hear the crying child subside... I feel a phantom pain inside A confusing rush, of sad confliction A mother's pride, yet mixed emotions I'm watching my daughter soothe his wounded soul And bandage his wounded knees.. How did it change?...When did she learn her gentle ways? What moment in time? When did she become the one? The one who doesn't look away with fear? What day.....? What year? Who knew? What loving instinct told her what to do? No,....not on the day of his miraclous birth A new mother, she was, .. glowing with pride A bit nervous with inexperience, who trembled inside Those first timorous days...she had questioning eyes...seeking advice... She gave me the gift, ...of needing my help, needing my words... Oh ...how lovely it was...to offer my worth.. But so quickly it turned, and quickly she learned.... Perhaps she's even become even wiser than I There is such confidence...such love in her eyes... Now it's me letting go.....this turning of tide Letting her shine....gaining her pride He is her child.....not mine... While I must stand aside Her journey begins... And I watch and pray that she won't ever need me again... To brush away her own tears....her own fears From her calm, nurturing face... But I will be here....standing aside or by her side.... just in case