As I hold her in my hands
I wonder what sort
of mother will I be
What will be her destiny?
I hold her near in hopes
she'll cling to me
Knowing one day
I'll have to set her free
Have I taught her
everything she needs?
I thought that I would be her teacher and yet there are so many things she has taught me.
Now grown and on her own
it's clear to see
I raised her
and she helped raise me
