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