I only have
one daughter
so this is
new to me
the flood of
memories that came rushing back
when she
told me she is getting married.
Why is it
that this grown girl
makes me remember
the babe
all pink and
new and squealing?
I put a
dress on her right away,
My little
girl with eyes so bright,
The day you
were born was filled with promise
Of this day,
this future,
This letting
go,
This remembering
of birth,
This aching love
in my heart.
(For my
daughter, Renee.)
~Kathie Adams Brown (October
24, 2012)
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