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To marvel how fast the world spins around,
or how the years have been sifting, (too quickly, I've found)...
This is not something new....from a mom's point of view
Some will say that my eyes have been clouded
Perhaps they will say, my opinion is shrouded
by my rose filtered glasses
But here, now before me, is my wonderful child
 this barefooted lass...
She stands here before me, ...barefooted and beautiful
Wearing her jeans......smiling with ease, calm and serene
Queen of her home
My daughter,… my child, is all grown up
There are times I must hold back the tears...
and hold back my longings for all those yesteryears....

I reflect upon the moments, then, when she was very small
Her shoes were tiny slippers, pink, 
In a blink of an eye, she outgrew them all
It gives me pause to think

I puzzle over silly things, the things that mark the passing years
Like other mothers do…
While wiping childish tears, calming school day fears,
Teaching her to tie her shoes

I wonder how I could have missed
The secret of those shoes,… 
You see, from tiny slippers, she quickly skipped...
Into dirty sneakers, ....(for tomboy moods)

I speculate, like many girls
So many phases, that she outgrew…
Sandals, flip flops, bouncy curls 
Those wobbly legs in high heeled shoes…

I stand in awe, how can this girl with honey hair, 
Who holds a babe in loving arms, be my very own?
When yesterday she was a child with cheeks so fair
Now kisses the toes of her own sweet child…
                           her own two feet on solid ground

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