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I sit in awe
As the music reaches my ear
My 19 year old girl…..
The woman in the other room
Home from university
In her own world
And yet it seeps out to me
Her dreams
Her beauty
What moves her
And I listen
Spellbound
At the beauty that emanates
That floats to me on the notes
The music of her soul
And I wonder...
What did I ever do
To deserve this gift of heaven
This woman who is a part of me and yet
So much more
She’s stronger
More beautiful
Her voice more mellow
Her thoughts more lucid, clear
Her talent, no mere trickling stream of words
But a torrent 
Waiting behind the doors of her heart
For release

I ask her
To leave all she is doing for a moment
And come into her mother’s arms
Glory of glory…
She comes
And nestles in my lap
Sensing my need
And I bury my head in her neck
And wrap my arms around her
Her long curly black tresses
That reach down to her waist
Still wet from the shower
Fall all round me
Some strands
Touch my face
With refreshing joy

And because these feelings
Are so profound
I try to capture my thoughts
To articulate them in a way
She will understand
The depth of my love for her
And all I can mutter…
As we rock back and forth
Are these simple words…
“I love you, baby.
Let me hold you a while
I know you are a woman now
But I’m still a Mommy
And my Mommy heart
Needs to be needed for a while.”

And she holds me
Till I've had my fill
And whispers...
“I love you, Mama.”
And I am content
At peace
For I know she is strong
Stronger than I ever was
Stronger than I will ever be
Able to speak her mind
To stand for her rights
To be who she was meant to be

And I pray for more time
To be there
After she has satisfied her desire
To travel the world
To explore
I long to be there
To see her wed
With a little child at her breast
Fulfilling her ultimate dream...

And then...
Should God will it
I’ll go
I’ll go
For I know
She will be fine
This child of mine
This woman
I’ll go...knowing
That I live on in her mind
I’ll smile before I sleep
Knowing…
She’ll remember the lullabies
I wrote for her
And perhaps
Perhaps
On some night
She’ll sing a similar one
To her little girl
As a tear escapes
And she remembers
Words that I whispered
About how MY world
Was made beautiful
By her smile….

Eileen Manassian Ghali
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