My Daughters Eyes

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    My Daughters Eyes

    Several diapers later
    and four months down the line,
    I'm finally starting to understand
    this beautiful child of mine.

    Laughter in the mornings
    as she waits for me to wake,
    grumpy when she's tired
    sometimes more than I can take.

    Happy laying by herself
    until mommy walks away,
    whines for mommy to pick her up
    when she no longer wants to play.

    A smile that can just warm your heart
    eyes that twinkle with delight,
    the laugh and looks she'll give you
    when she plans to stay up all night.

    The face she makes when she gets mad
    or how she cries when it's time to be fed,
    the way she only wants her mommy
    when it's time to go to bed.

    All the little things here and there
    make me pause and realize,
    I feel the greatest joy in the world each day
    when I look into my daughter's eyes.

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    KElexis commented on My Daughters Eyes

    12-29-2009

    This is so sweet!!!! I don't have kids but I can only imagine!!!

    Chrisjan commented on My Daughters Eyes

    05-29-2009

    You are very gifted as a writer. A realistic view, your daughter + you share, is a dream, turned reality In her eyes, are a future, a destiny ! Thanks for sharing.

    keithrberryjr commented on My Daughters Eyes

    01-15-2009

    I really like your poem.I have a new born nephew that I have gotten really attatched to.he really knows how to make my day.He just turned three months the 14th

    soulwriter commented on My Daughters Eyes

    01-03-2009

    My favorite of the poems that I read that you posted - I am not a huge fan of pure rhyme ... matching line to line, however a poem such as this fits that style well. Your child will cherish this for a lifetime. Write on write on, but may I suggest th

    Corinna commented on My Daughters Eyes

    01-01-2009

    Oh, what did we do before we were mothers? Sounds like you enjoy your daughter as much as I enjoyed your poem.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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