No greater delight can there be
But to watch you blissfully
Beautiful daughter of my heart
With spirit flying free
How delightful to gaze upon you
To watch your natural grace
God's life unfolding in you
The light upon your face
To see you overflow with love
Re-producing beauty from your heart
Continuing the eternal promise
From the loveliness you are
How special it is to be your mother
To see your nurturing too
The fragrance that you bear
Words cannot express my love for you
Have a beautiful Mother's Day sweetheart
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems ©May 2012
Poetry From The Heart
Making the decision to have a child is momentous.
It is to decide forever to have your heart
go walking around outside your body.
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime.
A daughter is a mother's gender partner,
her closest ally in the family confederacy,
an extension of her self.
Every mother is like Moses.
She does not enter the promised land.
She prepares a world she will not see.
--Pope Paul VI
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