Through the forests, down by the ponds <br /> I sit upon a rock, in the early dawn <br /> Reflection of images, upon the waters <br /> Bring back fond memories, of my daughters <br /> <br /> Like when they were small, and used to play <br /> Planning some thing new, for the next day <br /> Running in the house, running back out <br /> Just letting me know, of their where abouts <br /> <br /> So much of the past, one can still miss <br /> Like taking care of mishaps, you could cure with a kiss <br /> The new bike, they first learned to ride <br /> All their pride showing, fear they did hide <br /> <br /> All in all, they grew up so fast <br /> But tucked in my heart, are memories that last <br /> Of my daughters, they will always be <br /> In memory only, little children to me<br /><br />Betty Halverson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-daughters/
