Daughters

To my daughters one, two, three
How can I say what you mean to me?

You laugh and cry and fight and scream
You think I’m cool and then I’m mean!

You are so precious, and play a part
in making whole my beating heart.

From the moment you were put in my arms
I’ve been under the spell of your special charms.

Holly so tall and graceful and arty;
Meg red-headed, slight and impishly crafty

Jessica gorgeous, delightful babe
All three so different but each I made.

I’m proud of everything you do
and hope you know that I love you.