I cannot promise perfect days
Or from your circles, constant praise;
I cannot banish rainy storms
Or pledge that love will keep you warm;
To guarantee the stars will shine
Steps out of bounds that are not mine –
But I can hold you when you grieve,
When breakers dash what you believe,
And life’s false grandeur grinds hope down;
I won’t let your sorrow drown
Your vision or your grip on grace –
My daughter child, there is a place
Inside my soul where you belong,
You draw from me this Mother’s Song…
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Ah Melody,
I believe this is my favorite! Write on!
Thank you Glenda! 🙂
As a mother of a long awaited daughter this captures how I feel perfectly! I love to hug my daughter when she needs one (plus the ones in between) and she already offers me one when I need it… Love your poem.
~ Wendy
Thank you, Wendy! Having a daughter is a precious gift…
Oh, if it were only possible to pass on our love to our children in a form that could translate the generations disconnect. This lovely and I wish you and your daughter many years of exploring that love.
Aw, how sweet. Thank you!
Wow, this one choked me up, Melody–so beautiful. God bless you abundantly–love, Caddo
Hmmm… adding ‘choking’ to my list of accomplishments wasn’t the feather in my cap I was looking for… 🙂
beautifully written… I am a fellow mother who feels you captured the heart of a mother perfectly. wonderful 🙂
Thank you! There is something universally binding about the experience of motherhood, isn’t there?