My Daughter, My Friend
How I miss
Those day's of old.
When you were small,
And your hair was gold.
Fragile were your hands,
When they held mine.
A smile so sweet,
It could stop the hands of time.
I knew this day would come
A woman you would be.
How my heart breaks,
Each time you have to leave.
A friend to me now,
What a joy you see
No matter how far away,
My baby, you will always be.
Copyright © Laura Warthen-Swafford | Year Posted 2008
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment