My Daughter
As I look into the face of
the young woman who stands
before me, I see a hint of the little girl
that used to be mine.
I remember the first time I saw you,
how my heart sang "She's mine".

I remember your first word,
your first step and your first doll.
The memory of your constant laughter
without a care, fills my soul.

My daughter, you have touched
many lives.  Those lives have been
left with a special spark,
because you are special.

Though all I have are memories
of that little girl, they are mine
and can never be taken away.

So when I look at the young
woman before me,
I say with pride, "She's mine,
my daughter".
With all my love,
Mother


~ Elizabeth Nancolas ~
as a gift for her daughter, Margaret Lynn, on her 20th birthday.  This is an especially meaningful gift, as it was the last her mother gave her before she passed.