My daughters are my wings, as to soar,
Extensions graceful swans, set free to fly.
Unto flights heights, to climb above
And beyond limitations boundaries.
Inspiration's children, that I have cradled,
And nurtured against mine own beating
Heart, so full of a mother's pride, I'd
Thought at times it would burst.
Joys imaginational creators, whom
Closed the adult vision within me, and
Released the child inside.
These wondrous gifts, given unto me,
Have opened mine eyes, to a world I've
Such do even the shapes of the clouds,
Passing by, are now altered, into marvels.
Matures comforts, grown women,
Are they, but still my little darlings,
Forever in a mother's inner sight.
Old ages strength, to hold me up,
When my steps falter, and doubts
Shadows creep into a once
Acute mind, and so thus the
Child becomes the teacher,
And the parent the student
It is a duet, played by life
Itself, and we are the players,
Left to perform, on a stage
Larger than ourselves.
But these girls, are mine,
Treasures of trust, thus I'm
At easy to recline upon them,
As my later years approach.
Warriors of the heart, ready for
Battle, they'll stand beside me,
Holding my shaking hands in
My daughters are my wings,
As to soar,
Extensions graceful swans,
Set free to fly.
And as the light fades,
From this life of mine,
It is there faces, I shall last to
See, but my lips will never
Say a hushed farewell.
For our love, between us shared,
Until we meet on a farther distant
Shore, I'll be waiting there,
My lovely daughters,
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN