(Poem) My Child

My Child

My child, I watched you as you grew,

But all the time of course I knew,

Someday you'd have to try your wings,

And fly away to other things.

Those special times we used to share;

Your slippered feet and ribboned hair,

Your face aglow

I loved you so!

The years have passed, you're fully grown

Yes, you have children of your own.

No matter! You will always be

A darling little girl to me!

Each year I watched you as you grew,

and all the while of course I knew

So soon you'd need to spread your wings

and fly away to other things.

From baby days to toddler days -

Then bikes and skates -

Then books and boys till now -

Indeed you've tried those wings

and flown away to other things.

by Marie W. Powell