DAUGHTERS

It takes sugar and spice and all that’s nice,
They say to make a girl,
But parents think their daughter,
Is a bright and shining pearl.

They beg to help, when they’re too small,
They hate to as a teen,
You never know what they will do,
In all the years between.

They'll clean their room before they’re asked,
If they want to use the car,
They’ll even wash the dished,
If they have to go that far.

Daughters sometimes make you laugh,
They sometimes make you cry,
Sometimes they make you very proud,
Sometimes they make you sigh.

Some daughters like to dress in frills,
But most are glued in jeans,
No matter what you think looks nice,
Is out of style, it seems.

Some are light, and some are dark,
Some are short, some tall,
Each in a separate package,
Oh, how we love them all.

They’ll primp and preen for hours,
On their face and nails and hair,
When trying to impress some boy,
But sometimes they just don’t care.

If God has been real good to you,
And you get a Daughter-Grand,
There’s not a lot of nicer things,
Than to hold her little hand.

If your mother still is living,
Let her know how much you care,
For there will probably come a time,
When Mother isn’t there.

I wish I could recall the years,
But they are gone away,
But the memory of my Mother,
Is still very sweet to-day.

I’ve been a daughter all my live,
And since I had no choice,
It seems that it’s God’s will for me,
So with my life; I will rejoice.

 

AUTHOR: Margaret Shankland 1993