Here's Hoping

The Mother Hen posted this poem on her Stresschat blog and I just fell in love with it. Thanks, Mom.

The Girl I Used To Be

She came tonight as I sat alone,

The girl I used to be.

She gazed at me with her earnest eye

And questioned reproachfully.

"Have you forgotten the many plans

And hopes that I had for you?"

"The great career, the splendid fame,

All the wonderful things to do?"

"Where is the mansion of stately height

With all its gardens rare?"

"The silken robes that I dreamed for you

And the jewels in your hair?"

And as she spoke, I was very sad

For I wanted her pleased with me...

This slender girl I used to be.

So gently rising, I took her hand,

And guided her up the stairs

Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay

So innocent, sweet, and fair.

I told her that these are my only gems,

And Precious they are to me.

That silken robe is my Motherhood

Of costly simplicity.

And my mansion of stately height is love,

And the only career I know,

Is serving each day in these sheltered walls

For the dear ones who come and go.

And as I spoke to my shadowy guest,

She smiled through her tears at me

And I saw the woman I am now...

Pleased the girl I used to be.

~Rowena K.Lewis

I'm sure one day I'll have little munchkins sleeping in some fairytale nursery.
Until then, here's hoping I'll be this proud of them.