Eileen Manassian Poet Free verse

Her Beautiful World

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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Casarah Nance June 4, 2014 at 3:58 PM Aww, sweetness, what a gift of love you have given your daughter and her love for you, a complete blessing. Thank you for sharing this writing and this joy, a great thing, being a mother. :)

Mark Peterson January 22, 2014 at 8:02 PM Of course, when uttering these wonderful, tender pronouncements about your daughter, you are speaking also of yourself and the years spent giving all of yourself. And now you yourself are mirrored in this child. This is a perfect example of the torrent of gifts and blessings we receive when we've given all of ourselves that we can give. You got it all back and then some. What joy!

Richard Lamoureux January 21, 2014 at 11:42 PM What a gift for your daughter and a priveledge for us to share in this gift. A definate favorite. You will be with her for a long time to come.

Ilene Bauer January 21, 2014 at 2:50 PM oh, eileen! this is so touching and tender and absolutely beautiful! i think any parent could relate to this one. it's so wonderful to see your child grow up and head out into the world but it's also hard to let go. wait until you become a grandparent (i'm a new one!) and you'll discover a whole new range of emotions...

Demetrios Trifiatis January 21, 2014 at 1:29 PM How proud I am to be the first to comment on this monument of maternal love and affection. Moments like this are the epitome of mother daughter relationship when the two souls realize that are one, that our life was not for nothing, that all the troubles ,agony and pain are forgotten, that we wish to shout, for the whole universe to hear, how happy we are and how grateful to God we must be! No prize is more worthy for a mother that this poem of yours, my dearest Eileen! Eileen Manassian January 21, 2014 at 1:33 PM Demetri mou.......Thank you. I'm also glad to see you are here, my dear. How have you been? What a privilege to know that you understand me and can feel the depth of my love for my daughter. Yes, "No prize is more worthy for a mother" than the love of her daughter H Kori mou enai zoe mou...kardia mou. Thelo na enai panta kala...eftixezmenee....O Theos kseri ola afta....Kai...an tha pethano sintoma...ksero oti....bori na zee xoris emena. Then exo engia...gia tipote tora...kai. Eh, ti na sou po? Kseris esie ola. Thanks for the visit...my heart is full.