Daughter's Eyes to Mother's Eyes
Sipping coffee in her chair
She looks so tired sitting there.
I wonder if she pressed my dress~
I'm sure she did, it was a mess.
She grumbles a little from time to time
Of ungrateful children; not having a dime;
Of being tired and overworked
Not being appreciated and getting irked.
She's probably right about everything
But her praises I have yet to sing.
I see her getting older now
But still very young somehow.
Since I have grown and left her nest
I realize she's one of the best.
Best friend and mother all in one~
And I wonder what I might have done
To make her life a happier place
To let her know the love I see on her face.
I brought her home and watched her grow
I loved her more than she'll ever know.
I didn't sleep, if she was ill
I'm not sure that I ever will.
My baby isn't a child today
But a growing lady in a lovely way.
Maturity and beauty grow on her face
My baby girl in heels and lace.
I'm reflected in her youthful eyes
The days gone by, the years, Oh my!
I'm the lady sipping coffee now
I'm not old enough, I can't be-how?
Oh please, let her see me through the eyes
Of the loving daughter I have become
And let me cherish all this time
Before she leaves to live with some bum~
Who'll never be good enough for my girl
Never be able to hand her the world.
I wrote this when my daughter was 12 and my mother was 60 and I was 32. It is a simple example of Full Circle living. Every now and then I see my life events coming Full Circle, but seeing my mother and my daughter on any given day was my biggest "AHA" Full Circle celebration. It was until my daughter had a daughter and again, I saw the Full Circle moment.
BFF prompt Full Circle #198