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MY DAUGHTER
She lies upon her pristine white sheets,
not knowing I'm even there.
Her beautiful lips move slightly,
as I smooth a stray whisp of her hair.
Oh, this child of mine, I need,
need her to find her way back;
Back here to this wonderful world,
and back to me...my little girl.
All those years, fourteen plus one,
she stood at my side and loved me.
To see her lying so quiet and still,
causes my heart and soul to bleed.
If I could just lie down for her,
and take all the hurt away,
I would do it without hesitation,
today...or any other day.
But the world don't work that way,
for we each have our burdens to bear.
But why should my little angel,
be the one who's lying there?
So beautiful and sweet, my baby,
that even the sun came out for her.
Now where is that radiant sun;
what has my baby done?
For beyond the machines
that gives her breath,
Is my daughter silently breaking free,
and finding her way...back to me.
Then one day as the sun rose high,
she gently touched my hand.
I turned to see her blue, blue eyes,
looking softly to the sky.
From that time on she fought her way,
back to herself, the world, and me.
Nothing at all could stand in her way,
my daughter had finally broke free.
I look at her now, every single day,
and thank God and the Heavens above.
For nothing's more precious to me,
than this gift of my daughter to love.
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