Poems by Wendy Evans

Many years have passed since she lay in my arms silent in sleep. Alive in my mind these memories I keep.
A beautiful child so precious so pure, this small being of light that I love and adore.

I look down at her and what do I see, those wondrous eyes stair right back at me.
How could I feel so much joy in my soul she filled my heart and made me whole.

This graceful child so amazing is she has yet to realise her importance to me.
The proudest of mothers I would be her guide. I look at her now and am bursting with pride.

All grown up a woman is she, beautiful and kind like I new she would be.
She enriched my life in so many ways, turning ordinary life into magical days.

My child my daughter we shall grow old with time, but know throughout life you will always be mine.

So awake every morning with each new day, live happy and long, these things I pray and when we grow old, together we shall be, reminiscing old times my daughter and me.

This wondrous child I will love like no other. The extraordinary joys of being a mother.