You did not come with nine months wait, <br /> <br />I did not buy the buttons and bows ‘til late, <br /> <br />You, my daughter came, mid your teen-age years, <br /> <br />And I loved you in spite of all my fears. <br /> <br /> <br />A short while mine, to dress, to spoil, to love, <br /> <br />Far too soon you flew, like a sweet, soft dove. <br /> <br />Now content to listen to all your hopes and fears, <br /> <br />Forever you are my girl in spite of all your years. <br /> <br /> <br />If I could have picked a daughter, she would have been you, <br /> <br />No mother could love a daughter, any more than I love you, <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />My Girl……………My Daughter……….<br /><br />Teresa Dearing<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-girl-16/
