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| 08-4-2008 - As My Mother Before |
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As My Mother Before
My hands are my mothers
And hers before that
Her mother's are heres
And hers beyond that
My eyes have seen
My mothers fears
All come to perish
In either laughter or tears
My mother's mother bore her
And my mother, me
And now I carry another
One day mother in me
I haven't called her, her beautiful name
Or looked her in those eyes
I haven't heard her calling me
Yet still I know her cries
She will have my mother hands
And the twinkle of great grandmothers eyes
She will have my crooked smile
And my temper, for awhile
She will grow to be what she wants
And do the things she will
And I know whatever choices she'll make
I will love her still
She will shine among the best
Of all the women there's been
I can see her in the race of life
Knowing she will win
My daughter will live through good and bad
And learn her lessons well
Just as I have, and my mother too
Who learned from her mothers hell
And one day when she is all grown up
And reading my silly little rhyme
She will think back on the women
Who have felt the same through time
She will think of her mother's smile
And her great grandmothers shining eyes
She will remember her grandmother's hands
Who held her for awhile
I know that she will feel her belly
Grow with great delight
In a wistful anticipation
And just the slightest bit of fright
And when she sees her child
For the first time in her life
She will see what we women have seen
As our time as a woman, mother and wife
She will see the wisdom
Of the women who came before
And sigh with a gentle smile
Of a new life opening a door
So my darling child
With a beautiful name
I can't wait to meet you
And know my life won't be the same
I will do my very best
To make you know and see
That even though you are very small
You are always a woman to me
With my belly growing
With your life on one side of the door
I wait for you to open it
As did my mother before
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