My Daughter–My Friend

 

Tabitha last summer

It seems only a few years ago,

A tiny delicate lass –

Burst into my life with a wail and a scream.

Hello beautiful.

Long in limb and tall in stature,

All blond hair and curls tumbling down.

Emerald eyes – a gazelle, a graceful beauty –

Independent even then.

Mothers and daughters share a love

Even when they disagree.

The greatest accolade to be found

Is when a mother and a daughter

Become friends –

Accepting and accommodating,

Sharing thoughts and visions,

All pretense aside.

Tabitha, my daughter – my friend.

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14 thoughts on “My Daughter–My Friend

  1. Beautifully said. I too have the same kind of relationship with my two grown daughters. It’s wonderful when you become friends and truly like, as well as love each other.

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