Baby girl, soft and pink, downy hair,
With eyes just for me.
Tiny hand curled into mine,
Her lifetime ahead, a future unknown.
But a mother can hope…
That she will be kind, intelligent, and safe,
Empathetic and passionate
A faithful wife,
And loving mother with a zest for life.
That her dreams will come true.
Once a Pretty baby, now a beautiful woman,
Inside and out,
Well-rounded and centered,
A mother’s hope realized.
Barbara Blume
8/4/13