For two young ladies on their way...

One day, you were here
growing within bountiful memories
countless tea parties, recitals, sports games
your unknowing gift to me.
All the while, crafting your wings
My wonder in watching you.
Your tears became my tears
your laughter became my laughter
your hurt became my hurt
your joy became my joy.
All the while, crafting your wings
My wonder in watching you.
Intimate talks, inviting me to you
that deeper you, shared with just me
the mistakes, yours, as well as mine
both of us growing, together, and at times, apart.
All the while, crafting your wings
My wonder in watching you.
Sitting alongside of you, holding, guiding
have confidence now, with your days ahead
be fearless, determined, compassionate, amused
but mostly, be proud and enchant in each day.
All the while, crafting your wings
My wonder in watching you.
Your wings are dazzling
and mightier than you sense
you are more daring than you believe
glide upward and onward, into the unguarded skies.
Trust that the tender breeze under your wings is my love
and as the gravity of my love is not definitive
your future distinguishes no boundaries
spirited flight is inevitable.
My wonder in watching you will never end.

© Copyright Paula Davis