The moment a girl is born,
The mother glows in maternal pride-
The pride of creating a new life.
She’s the first teacher who teaches her say ‘Ma’
She shares her first solitary hesitant steps,
And is always there
When her daughter needs love, support, inspiration.
She knows very well all her feelings –
The occasional blues, the conspiratory giggles….
After all, she was also a girl at a time.
She watches her grow into a gorgeous lass,
Reaching her own shoulders,
Slipping in her own shoes.
She sees in her daughter her own youth.
There comes a time, when she realizes
Her daughter has grown
To be a promising young lady.
And then, she stands back,
To let her take her own flight into adulthood.
She lets her move away from her shadow and her caring hearth.
Despite the distances,
Her words linger in her child’s life forever,
Scenting it with an aroma of love and goodwill.
At her daughter’s each sensible act
She sees her grow a little older,
And herself grow a little younger!
PS: I had written the above piece way back in 1999. Don’t remember now what had inspired me to write something which I knew so little about. This poem is true for a son too but this is the way it was written. No bashing on that please!