My Daughter Poem by Tanith Ayesha

A Woman when married why she becomes wife,
Accepts her Husband and also his life.
But then it’s decreed that she gives birth
For this is natural, as is the Earth.

The time of her waiting when patience is born
Is crowned by the birth, as is the Dawn.
A Son for her Husband for he is the Heir;
But a Daughter’s a miracle, gentle and fair.

The child who is Son grows virile and strong
And worships his Mother all his life long,
He seeks her image in the girl of his dreams
And loves her forever with all of his means.

The child who is Girl is held in her arms
And pleasures her Father with all of her charms.
She grows in delight, both dainty and wise,
And seeks her Man with her Fathers eyes.

My Daughter was born and pleasure was mine,
For the gift I was given, I thought was divine.
She grew up so pretty, is thoughtful and kind.
And now is a Woman with a family fine.

Although she is grown, forever she’ll be
The child of my heart that first I did see
On the gentle May morning, a long time ago;
Unique is My Daughter from her head to her toe.