Jamie Lee

This is a poem I wrote for my daughter. This was chosen to be included in The Paper Lantern, the literary magazine published yearly by my college, Normandale Community College in Bloomington, MN

I had a little girl

With white blond hair

Long and silky, like spun gold

Her smile lit up the room, her laugh was infectious

She was the apple of her daddy’s eye.

She is a woman now,

All grown up

With a child of her own

She is a mother a teacher a student

Still the apple of her daddy’s eye

Although sometimes she wonders.

How can a mother say how proud she is?

How she admires her poise and her determination

She works so hard

Day by day she is discovering life,

And discovering that her mommy was right

Life is not always a bed of roses,

But if you can avoid the thorns the smell is nice.

She has lots of time

To find out who she will be

But I already know

She is a mother, a teacher and a beautiful woman

Strong and proud

Humble and kind

A daughter that makes her mother proud

Every day I watch her grow

I watch her struggle

I watch her laugh and cry, I cry with her

But mostly we laugh, and love, and live.

We are kindred spirits

Best friends

Confidants

We are strong capable women

We think for ourselves

We love

We live

Reviews

[Debra White]

This is gorgeous, Piper :)
I too have a little girl with hair like spun gold - she is 4, her name is Rebecca - I love her with all my being and hope that one day, when she is a woman, I will be able to pen something as wonderful and real as you have above... I also have a 7 year old daughter, Katie, she isn't blonde but is equally as precious!
I love your poem - Mother/Daughter bond is a beautiful thing.
Kindest regards, Debra :)

[Wasekera S Chiphazi Ban..]

I just read the poem to my mum and we both love it..You inspire me really .
"
Life is not always a bed of roses,
But if you can avoid the thorns the smell is nice." I loved that part in the poem .Well Written