Daughters are a special gift

A blessing and a trial

But ours to hold nonetheless –

If only for a while

And in their eyes, we see ourselves

As once we were young too

But days and years fly by too fast

As they are prone to do,

Soon we find ourselves in our grandma’s shoes

With lovely daughters by our sides, in roles we rarely choose

Our roles reversed, or so it seems

to those who don’t believe

The joy to be my daughter’s child

Until I have to leave

(maybe someday I will rewrite this, it needs it – but I kind of like it the way it is too so…)