Once I had a Beautiful Daughter
by Cherith Brook
Once I had a beautiful daughter. Although she lived mostly in my mind, she lived in real life too.
She danced and sang and played the days away. She was funny, and so swift that she could run through the rain and not get wet.
Every night I stroked her hair as she went off to sleep,
Trying to be sure she’d have good dreams. She was mommy’s little girl.
The days went by so rapidly. Pretty pictures made of frost on the windows melted in time to see her chasing butterflies.
I remember how she’d cry for me to pick her up and hold her after leaving her with a sitter.
It was so nice to be able to stop the tears just by taking her in my arms.
We’d go home and make some cookies.
My little girl kept getting taller; there was nothing I could do to stop that.
It scared me so that sometimes I thought my heart would stop.
I wanted my little girl to be happy. I wanted her to change the world, bring order, love, grace and song.
I didn’t watch when my little girl left; it was too painful.
She left in the still of night, without a trace in the morning light.
She has been gone for a while now. I pray she’s found happiness, and that someday she’ll come see me again.
I keep all my wonderful memories of her on my nightstand where I hold them each evening before I sleep.
And I can’t help but wonder as I drift off to dream, Did my little girl know how much I loved her?
I wonder. I wonder still.
Sometimes I’ve thought I’ve heard quiet footsteps coming up the garden path and I’ve run out to the garden.
No, not yet.

It’s been a long time since my beautiful daughter left. She’s all grown up now, has two children of her own. She’s been walking down many paths, wondering far and wide. Has suffered much at the hands of some who’ve passed her by.
She’s so busy with her children and dreams. Time has sped up, so fast she can’t spend any doing mundane things.
I’ve passed her by in her hurry. We can’t talk. Too many places to go, people to meet and dreams to pursue.
Oh how I wish my beautiful daughter could turn back from the race and sit with me beside a babbling brook while her children play.
It’s a secret life the life of contentment.
Its door is always open, to rest, recover and refresh.




Sonnet for my Son

I guess it was because my older brothers terrorized my sisters and me that I wanted only girls.
Fortunately, I could tell by his position I was going to have a boy and had time to prepare.
He was cute as a button, and so bright!
Knew the alphabet by his first birthday.
Even smart enough to like soccer instead of football.
What a joy to watch him grow,
Be fascinated by things like snow.
I shouldn’t have blinked!
Now he has a son of his own.
It’s wonderful seeing joy in his eyes as he watches his son grow.
I must tell him now how much I love him and what happiness I’ve found in having a son like him,
Before I’m gone and he takes up writing poetry,
“I wonder if my mother really loved me? After all, she did want only girls.”