Beautiful Child
A golden moment pressed in stone
To bring such beauty into this home.
Change forever my life so cold
To give this treasure I can hold.
Sparkling eyes of innocent blue
Purest honest love so true.
Smiles that brighten the darkest day
Curious mind and hands at play.
Growing brighly strong at will
A beautiful child my heart you fill.
Nurture this mind, nurture this soul
Touched forever, my heart behold.
Openly protect her, tucked under wing
A flower she'll blossom, love she'll bring.
Guide her gently through night or day
In mind, in spirit, her love will stay.
This precious young woman, you have become
I know as a mother, my job is done.
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poems about children growing up #2
A New Beginning
© Troy Martin, Jr.
A little egg under her mothers wings.
Yet to be born into the world of things.
A crack and a pop out she came.
Old and new, it was all the same.
Well nourished by mom, she began to sing.
Ready to learn of life and everything.
Innocence of new, she started up her flaps.
Not knowing of life, and all it's traps.
Mother watched on, with a big chuckle.
As she sprang out of the nest, with no buckle.
Back and forth, she swayed, on the ground.
As her mother watched for danger, all around.
She tried and tried until that day.
Fly she did, but not in a graceful way.
The day came, like mother knew it would.
For her child to fly away, like she should.
Off towards the horizon, fling she went.
Mother watching from afar, knowing it was time well spent.
Many times, the hailstorms of life beat her down.
Sometimes in flight, all the way to the ground.
Lessons well learned, she still lost her way.
Fluttered home to mom, with nothing to say.
Under mothers wings once more, did she heal.
The grace of mothers, no one can steal.
By grace did she heal, down to the core.
Ready to take on life and its challenges once more.
She flew from the tree, mom proud to see.
She became the strongest sparrow, that ever would be.
The eagles bowed down, had nothing on her, by the way.
She flew, glided and God, did she soar that day.
