Profess Love
Poem written for a daughter
As long as there have been mothers and daughters
There has been the history
That these same mothers and daughters
Would somehow disagree
Whether it’s because they are so different
Or because they are the same
It really doesn’t matter
Wherein lies the blame
What is important
Is that you know
My love for you
Continues to grow
As you’ve become a wife
And now become a mother
I feel that you and I
Have grown closer to one another
You’re my flesh and blood, my baby girl
My confidant and friend
I’m thankful all our “storms”
Calmed down in the end
As October 29th approaches
I can hardly wait to see
What an incredible mother
You’ll turn out to be!
But what really gets me going
What really makes me glow
Is that I’ll be Emerson’s grandma
And I already love him so!