Time Passes

Time passes

Suddenly

No longer babies

Girls, grown young

Women

Opinions, humor

Sorrows, joys—

Time passes.

And I yet

Not still grown

Facing demons

All my own

Trying to rear

Beautiful jewels

And yet I still

Need beauty revealed.

I, their mother

The four, my daughters

Connected by blood

Interwoven by gender

Together in Christ

But there remains

This independence of heart

To be ourselves, uniquely apart

My greatest joy

Highest accomplishment

Need not be

A fine house

A luxury car

Clothes suited for a queen

But these souls

To become the finest of women seen

My treasures…

They make me rich—

Oh what poverty of soul

I would know without them

My gifts…

None greater than these

Given from God, my babies.

 

Sadie Speaks


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