With two precious daughters of my own
Came the realization of what truly
makes a home;
Their sweet laughter ringing in my ears,
Ups and downs of life, shedding of tears.

Years together through thick and thin,
God only knows just where we've been.
With daughters now of their own
They too know what it is that makes a
house a home.

I am aging; my face is wrinkling and hair
turning gray
For sure I have seen my better days
But we still share gifts born from
God above;
Daughters and a mother's love.

As I look now in life's looking glass I
can't help but see
The reflection of my two precious
daughters in me
Also realizing someday for them it
will surely be..
In this looking glass a reflection
of their daughters they too will see.

� Martha Franks May 2001
For my daughters, Laura & Kimberly
"I love you"

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