To My Daughter
To My Daughter
Daughter mine, heart of hearts
What complex wonders lie within
One sweet soul and mind grown
Strong and righteous in her stance.
If I could but take thy pains and burdens
Upon my shoulders; if I could but straighten every crooked path;
But oh how wondrous thy valiant strivings have made thee
And no mother could ask for more than that.
Ever brighter, ever stronger
Take my torch and carry on.
A mother’s heart is not her own, but lies
Within her daughter’s hand.
(c) 2000
Copyright © Deborah Petriscak | Year Posted 2019
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