In My Daughter's EyesA Poem by Frances SmartThe revolving genetic door...
I remember when I was young
No more than seventeen
Being so sure that I would never
Treat my children
The way my mother treated me
I would never be unkind, or impatient
I would teach my children anything
They were willing to learn
And most importantly of all
I would never raise my voice
And then I had my daughter
And everything I thought I knew
Gave way to sheer survival instinct
When I found my daughter looking back at me
Through my mother’s eyes
I saw the same stubbornness
The same willfulness
The same intelligence
It took me a while
But then I realized
That it was not my mother’s eyes
But my own that were looking back at me
And I realized
That we had come full circle
And that in my efforts
To keep my daughter
From growing up
To be just like me
I had become
Just like my mother
And suddenly, that wasn’t
Such a bad thing after all
Because I have a daughter
Who is strong, and beautiful
And determined to be
Everything that I never was
And I pray that one day
She finds herself
By looking in her daughter’s eyes
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Added on July 6, 2008Last Updated on August 20, 2013 AuthorFrances SmartCharlotte, NCAboutI'm divorced, 46, a ten-year military veteran with two college degrees, one in English education and one in theology. I am the non-custodial parent of two delightful children, and girl and a boy, ages.. more..Writing
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