My Little One

For my second oldest daughter, Robin Renee Shanaberg!

MY LITTLE ONE

 

You came to me, helpless and unclad;

The feeling you give me is more than can be said;

From that first moment, you began to learn;

So, someday, you could leave me and make it, on your own;

You were so proud of each new accomplishment

And it was my praise that created the excitement;

In you, I saw all the things you copied of myself

And the beginnings of the uniqueness of yourself;

You grew, so quickly, from day to fleeting day,

And I had to let you wander, farther and farther away;

When you were grown and had gone,

My memories of you never left me alone;

When all is said and done,

You will, always, be my little one.

Author's Note

Robin was, always, my quiet, emotional, and loving little bird.

I love you, Bobbi!

Reviews

[R. Nella]

Lovely, yet very sad as well. I would like children of my own one day, daughters especially. One of my poems is about my fear of losing the close relationship I have always had with a friend's daughter as she gets older, and that's hard enough.

Somehow, I can't wait until I get to experience all of this, because it's part of life which I should experience, and because there are many wonderful things to come before they grow up and leave. The poem captures that well I think.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I am laughing. We seem to express some of the same thoughts in our writing. This was a lovely tribute to your daughter. That is my daughter in my avatar with me.

[Susie Q]

I love this & your loving tribute to Bobbi. She is such a sweet & precious girl.

[Wicahpi]

A beautiful tribute to your daughter.
I had always wished for a daughter, but I
suppose it will never be. You're Blessed :)