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Up on two legs to
a wobbly start
Her first steps across the room
With a smile so proud that it breaks your heart
These moments are over too soon.
She's
into everything she can reach
And there's little escapes her eye
To her, the world has so much to teach
"More mischief!" you say with a sigh.
But
then her eyes are brimming with tears
And her chubby arms are open wide
And only you can soothe her fears
So you hurry to her side.
Every
day you can see, just a little bit more
Hints of the little girl she will be
You watch her grow, and your spirits soar
All this, from a babe who just reaches your knee.
----------------Pandora Diane Waldron.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was written for my daughter, Myrna, in 1988, when she was 18 months old
My
daughter. The word conjures up such pride in me.
I waited a long time to have you.
You're so little, that sometimes
You get the names Mama and Daddy confused.
I don't mind
I see the love in your eyes, in your smile
Whether you say "Hi Daddy!"
Or Mama-ma-ma-ma!"
But I gently
correct you,
"Daddy's. Mama's here!"
Why?
Not because I want you to look up to me
That's something to be earned, not expected as a right.
But it denotes
our special relationship
That I love you, and accept responsibility for you.
That I'll be there
As long as you need me
And whenever you need me.
That I see in you
A small part of me, of your Daddy
Of both our families
In every look, every gesture
Your likes and dislikes
I want you to call me Mama
Because all this is your heritage.
When that day
comes
That you don't need someone
To look after you
I hope then you will still call me
Mama, Mum, Mummy, Mother
To let me know you know
I'm more than your friend.
You lived under
my heart for nine months only
But you will always live in it,
My daughter.
---------to Myrna from her Mama, Pandora Diane Waldron-----February 9, 1988
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