What Comes Around
I made you cookies...and braided your hair
I walked you through Mother Goose and skinned knees
Once when you were nine, and wanted to run away from home
I helped you pack your bag...you cried...
Of course, you only got as far as the end of the driveway, that first time
When you were eleven, and wanted to run away from home,
I stuffed two dollars in your pocket,...you cried....
And I told you to look both ways before crossing the street...
You got as far as the corner,... before turning back.
Then came the day, you really left home....
You were heading to college
That time I watched....and I cried....
But you found your way back....
I cried again..when you were married...good tears...
but this time I knew ...God willing, ....you wouldn't need to come back...
You became a mother....and on that day....for the very first time did we...
truly know....
understand....
and appreciate each other
My Daughter... I love you very very much...Happy Mother's Day
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