On Being Mother

Journey Together
Today is my daughter’s eighth birthday. A day of fun and celebration, and it is also a day that brings much sentimental nostalgia. Being “Mother” can sometimes be the most difficult job in the world. We get lost in all the day-to-day tasks, lunchbox preparations, and homework struggles, but at the core of our blessing is a beautiful child that depends on us, cares for us, and loves us unconditionally. We must never lose sight of the precious moments that hold us near during our journey together.


My little girl’s smile shining bright.
Blue eyes wide with innocent’s sight.
Porcelain skin pale as fresh snow.
Carmel curls frame the freckle’s glow.

My joy begins each dawn so fair,
With tying ribbons in your hair.
Pretty ribbons tied in a bow,
nice and neat for a girl so petite.

I treasure the morning chore.
I’m the lucky one for sure.
I was chosen by your care,
To tie the ribbons in your hair.

For tying ribbons, my time is short,
Leaving only memories for me to sort.
My daughter’s love will never cease;
A mother’s love is quiet peace.

You will always need my love,
But my hands less and less.
To my child with skin so fair,
I cherish tying ribbons in your hair.

By: Hollie Queener


About holliequeener

I am an author. Which is defined as "the person who originated or gave existence to anything." So in that sense, we are all authors of some sort. More specifically I am a writer of fiction. I am a member of the Romance Writer’s Association and an active Pine Mountain Poet Society member.
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