I have three daughters,
They are beautiful, wish you could see.
I love them, more than life itself.
When they were young,
We played games of song,
And laughed, the time away.
Tee ball, volley ball and soccer,
Band, dance and cheer too.
With my three girls, it was always,
one thing or another.
They have since grown,
And it tears at my heart.
My babies aren’t babies,
They are now adults.
One, with her own children,
One, a surgical tech,
And one, finishing her last year
of high school.
My daughters three,
I am proud to be,
Your mom, confidant and friend.
My daughters three,
I wish you only the best
Of this world,
And the next.
Kimberly Lindsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daughters-three/