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