Growing Up

So delicate and fragile she was in my open, loving arms.
A new born baby,
Labour is over she's safe- I am now calm.

Her tiny little fingers,
And her itsy bitsy toes,
I smile happily as I gently touch her nose.

Two months go by and she's starting to grow,
Sleepless nights,
I'm sure it's starting to show.

Time still flies and she's now standing tall,
With her goofy, toothless grin,
We measure her on the back of the door.

Her deep dark eyes that she gets from me,
But her gorgeous blonde hair from her father,
She is as pretty as can be.

Celebrating a few more years she has now hit womanhood,
Stroppy and arrogant as ever,
She is always in a mood.

Constantly thinking about boys,
And chatting to her friend,
A few more years and hopefully this stage will end.

Bringing home the boy was a shock of my life,
It doesn't seem so long ago,
That I was squeezing her out with all my might.

But time flies,
So very quickly,
Sometimes I ask my husband to wake me.

Now I'm sat in church with tears in my eyes,
She's walking down the aisle,
A beautiful young bride.

It's time to say goodbye as she moves into her new home,
A life with her husband,
She no longer calls home home.