Beautiful Woman. (Mothers)

I shead a tear as i watch you grow up to become a beautifu; woman.
 But it hurts me to see you weap over a torn heart.
I may not be there to catch your fall, 
  But i'll always be here when you come back home.
We may have our moments when we just can't stand each other.
  But that's just what Mother's and Daughter's do.
I may say " I can't wait until your 18"
 But, truly what i'm really saying is that i can't live without you.
 I will always shead a tear as i watch you grow up to become a beautiful woman.

*please comment if you have any thought or if you just like it. (or fav poem)* :)

            -Angel4eva23
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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September 15, 2010 at 11:42 PM
A delightful read, and one which any mother could relate to whether she has son or daughter for we tend to our childrens every need as they grow and soothe away their pains... but once old enough for relationships we cannot take away the heartache and pain felt from becoming an adult. Nice to see them grow but so hard to let go and they are loaned to us (as children) for such a short time really even though always family... A nice write, keep your quill dancing, kindest thoughts Anna-Marie.
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September 12, 2010 at 5:32 PM
Beautiful Angel. The mother daughter relationship is a thing of beauty and pain. Even as an adult my relationship with my mom goes up and down all the time. Love the love I feel from you for your mom. Monica
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September 12, 2010 at 1:34 PM
deep emotions to this one, it must be tough letting go for a mother to see such beauty rise from what she raised, lovely, enjoyed and liked your write..P.D.
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