Growing Up Poem

A woman writes of becoming a mother. She holds her child in her arms for the first time and dreams of the life ahead that they will share together.

Open Arms

© Wendy L. Nichols
The day you were born,
you touched my soul.
You were the missing link,
that made my life whole.

Those beautiful blue eyes,
stare at me in awe.
Gazing at the woman
Who just became your mom.

As days turned to months,
and months turned to years.
I watched you grow,
Facing life's challenges and fighting your fears.

Now that your grown,
you take that next step.
Those years gone by,
in my heart they're kept.

If you get lost along your way,
not sure what to do or what to say.
Know that I'm present in spirit and soul
with open arms and a hand for you always to hold.

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Published: Feb 2006

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