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My Daughter


Sometimes I'll wake up in the morning and wish that I had not
I've given my worst and given my best, I've given all that I got
Getting up is no fun anymore, no new adventures have I to seek
I'll try to get up and then pretend that my life is not quite so bleak 

Through  blurry eyes I see my daughter looking down over me 
A much too cheerful voice I hear, good morning my dear mommy
So quick and so ready to make for me a much brighter and better day
Listening to my same old stories trying not to let her mind go astray

Two girls and a boy the number of children I have are three
My oldest child a grown daughter is the one looking after me
Does shopping and laundry and makes meals for me every day
She sits by my bed every evening listening while I pray

Sometimes as I'm looking at her face I'll notice a bit of a strain
I'm fully aware of the situation, so often I can be such a pain
As mothers come and mothers go, I know that I wasn't the best
Many times I will ask myself, why with her have I been so blessed.

Author Eileen Clark

My Daughter Valerie And Me

Image:Beautiful painting found at Claudia Tremblay Studio Champlain, New York.

15 thoughts on “My Daughter

  1. Children of either sex are a blessing, but it seems to be the daughters who are there for us when we grow older. I have one child—a son. He’s a wonderful man, but many times, I have wished I had a daughter also.

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      1. My brother had two boys and still wanted a girl. After giving birth to two more boys they decided to quit before they ended up with a basketball team, they would joke. They did have lots of granddaughters. Life is never dull. 🙂

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