Looking through the window as I watch you at play, <br />seeing me as a child, memories flood my way <br />The gentle way you smile as the butterflies fly about, <br />the most precious sight in this Mom's eyes, theres no doubt. <br /> <br />I watch as the warm winds blow through your hair, <br />so freely you run, as I hear your laughter in the air. <br />The grass swaying beneath your little feet, <br />as in this heart these memories I keep. <br /> <br />The birds sing their sweet tunes each time you are around, <br />to their heart your beauty will forever be bound. <br />I remember all the little things as I watch you grow, <br />now new memories being made, ones also that <br />my heart will hold. <br /> <br />As you read your first book without missing a beat, <br />we danced together, as you stood upon my feet. <br />The memory of your laughter still ringing in my ear's, <br />the memory of my eye's filled with tears. <br /> <br />You are grown now and still as beautiful as the years before, <br />and now new memories of my eyes filled with tears as you <br />walk out that door. I still see the wind blowing through your <br />hair, chasing those butterflies without a care. <br /> <br />Keep your feet firmly upon the ground, the birds will still <br />sing their sweet tunes each time you are around. <br />Be strong sweetheart, and don't be afraid to take life's chance, <br />just one thing before you go.....Can your Mom have this last dance?<br /><br />Ruth warren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-dance-with-my-daughter/
