A Mother's Collection: Tissues, Bones, And Blood (Fourth)
Poem By Almedia Knight Oliver
While they were carefully restoring
The damaged done to my sacred house,
I heard a whisper in my ear,
"Mother you have a baby girl."
I had thought I would have another boy and
would name him "Lanzy- granddaddy's name"
Like my first born, I asked myself, what to do with
This little pink bundle of joy
Oh my, a girl! Your dad jumped for joy for his
little girl born of my tears, tears, and pains.
Now a quarter century later- right before my eyes-
You've become a beautiful daughter, wife, mother, and sister.
Your passion to be and to do your best is evident in all of these.
As her mother, I learned from my daughter:
To be a good listener,
An astute debater who, some times, gets in the last word.
To be caring and compassionate.
Be her mother and another girl friend.
Our reign as the only females are evident in all of these.
Now allow me to present my gift to you…
Oh, how I wish to give you diamonds and sapphires;
Rubies and emeralds!
Sorry darling, those things I have not.
But have whole lot:
"my eternal unconditional love"