Poem to my daughter about her birth, and how a 17 year old coped with her mother's help |
When I think of those first days, Before I knew your smile, your ways, My heart was torn in two, I simply didn't know what to do. A young girl still so unknowing, naïve What happened - when did innocence leave? My head said it couldn't be true Yet deep down in my heart I knew. Those few hours of stolen deeds Led to consequences I'd never believed And yet when all is said and done, I treasure you now, my little one. When I first saw those rosy cheeks Those dark blue eyes, I couldn't speak That fat, round tummy, those tiny toes, Your chubby hands - where'd you get those? I carried you in my arms, so scared, Yet thrilled to bits - my Mother shared My joys, my thoughts, my fears and hopes, She taught my how, showed me the ropes, She held you tight and dried your tears, Then turned to me and calmed my fears, 'Cos you so often cried all night through, And when you did, I did too! The years have gone so quickly by, Yet memories of you will never die, Locked in my heart they will always stay, To be brought out on some rainy day, I'll share them with you when the time is right, We'll laugh together all through the night. A midnight feast you've always said, One night I'll drag you out of bed, Your mind unfocussed, blurry-eyed, You'll mumble grumpily, you're tired, But I'll laugh and joke and play with you, And we'll have fun, we will. Just us two. So Mich, always stay as sweet as you are, A sweet little girl, the best by far, Always be happy, always be gay, I'll always be here, no matter how grey, Come tell me your hopes, your dreams and your fears I'll laugh with you, cry with you, then dry your tears, I know I don't have to say it out loud, I love you Michelle, I'll always be proud No matter how many angry words are said, Thoughts of despair, and tears that I'll shed, You'll always bring warmth to this heart of mine, I'm lucky to have you and your special shine. Written by Cherry-Anne when Michelle was 11 years old |