My Girl Poem by Teresa Dearing

You did not come with nine months wait,

I did not buy the buttons and bows ‘til late,

You, my daughter came, mid your teen-age years,

And I loved you in spite of all my fears.


A short while mine, to dress, to spoil, to love,

Far too soon you flew, like a sweet, soft dove.

Now content to listen to all your hopes and fears,

Forever you are my girl in spite of all your years.


If I could have picked a daughter, she would have been you,

No mother could love a daughter, any more than I love you,



My Girl……………My Daughter……….