Seventeen years ago a baby girl was born,
she was just the right size,
ten toes ten fingers,
a green eyed joy,
you came to raise a blessing,
this baby became a girl,
one that was confused at first,
you became ill of a broken heart,
it was something you could not hide,
then the days became worst,
you didn't seem to realize the pain you could cause,
she had to grow up faster then all the other kids,
for she became the parent something that scared a few,
years past by and things became harder,
this baby became a lady,
screaming and throwing things became your tradition,
something that just made things harder,
...but with your sickness you never did remember,
days came quicker,
and time came when your baby could not take it anymore,
this was the last time you scared her for she was out the door,
...the love she has for you will never die nor will it ever change ... but this baby of your has gone through enough pain for now it was her turn to live her life...
