My conscious mind does not recall The first time You held me, But I remember well The day you held my daughter Right after I did. The joy I felt, you had felt And both of us knew it now. The love with which you gazed at her Was the same love you had given to me And the same love that swelled my heart to bursting.

If you had not taught me to love I could not have given it. You gave yourself to her As you had to me And for the first time I acknowledged The pride and courage you instilled. God bless you mother. God bless you daughter. God bless all keepers and teachers of love. By: Eljay Wendel