If Not My Daughter

 

We sit and drink a glass of wine

or share a meal from time to time.

You listen to me and I listen to you

I could be your friend or mother  too.

Just like Naomi after Ruth had sought her,

what are you to me,  if not my daughter?

 

We are similar in different ways

seeing  the world through a purple haze.

A teacher of children with special needs

and a therapist who listens to all their pleas.

I wanted to be one or the other.

What are you then,  if not my daughter?

 

I thank God a thousand times that he

arranged for you  my son’s wife to be.

You must know by now you were Heaven sent

and that on His knowledge we can depend.

It was in the stars we would find one another.

What then are you, if not my daughter?

 

Author's Note

This poem is dedicated to my daughter- in- law, Lindsey. I had posted it many months before but wanted to do so again for Mother's Day.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Through these wonderful words and that magnificent painting, you've spread the joy and love to me. If I could be there, I'd pour the wine for you two, and keep quiet.

[Dara]

This is one of the nicest reviews I have ever received. Thank you so much for your warm response, Sam. Of course we would ask you to join us :-)

[~]

She's blessed to have you Dara. :D
An older lady calls her son's wife : my daughter in love - seems like your relationship is great! May your blessings abound and joy tripled.

[Julia Mars]

Gosh, this is beautiful. :)
I hope that one day I have as wonderful a relationship with my own mother-in-law.
The poem is beautiful and heart warming.

[Dara]

Thank you Julia. Your mother-in-law is lucky to have you. :-)

[Julia Mars]

I don't have one yet! But one day!

[Dara]

Oh guess I was jumping the gun there :-) So sweet of you to say.

[Julia Mars]

Lol. :) You're welcome!

[Misery]

Beautiful words with which to bless a daughter. Nicely and sweetly written, dear Dara.

[Dara]

Thank you my friend. Your words always warm my heart.

[Misery]

Truly welcome, dear Dara.