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    As a daughter, as a woman, as a friend you give us so many reasons to be proud.
    Daughters are like flowers, they fill the world with beauty, and sometimes attract pests.
    A daughter is: the happy memories of the past, the joyful moments of the present, the hope and promise of the future.
    Daughter, you're the kind of person I would choose to be my friend.
    Farewell to dollies, blankies and bows
    Welcome to makeup, telephones and beaus!
    It's truly a gift to have a daughter like you, who grows more precious with the years!
    Mother to adolescent daughter:
    It's common at your age to hate your body.
    But as you get older, you learn instead to hate other people's.
    The two unhappiest years in a woman's life: When she's thirteen and when her daughter is.
    The anxiety you feel the first time you leave your baby with a sitter doesn't compare with the anxiety you feel the first time that 'baby' goes out to be a sitter.
    We couldn't ask for a better daughter!
    You are a perfect example of what a daughter should be!
    You are loved for the little girl you were;
    the special woman you are now;
    and the precious Daughter you will always be.

The Little Red Rocker

(Laurie E. Dawson)

The little red rocker was just the right size
To rock her baby doll that had sleepy eyes;
She sang lullabies and crooned soft and low
To the land of sweet dreams where sleepy dolls go.

The little girl soon outgrew the red chair,
The years seemed to fly that we had to share;
Then one day she left for her home that was new
Leaving behind the sleepy doll too.

Years later at Christmas she came for a stay
To visit Grandmother and make her heart gay.
She brought her little girl who was bonny and fair
And just the right size for the red rocking chair.

Then grandmother came with the doll from the shelf
To place in her arms, so the lassie herself
Could sing lullabies and croon soft and low
To the land of sweet dreams where sleepy dolls go.
My Daughter Grows Up

Life is fleeting, years rush past . . .
and little girls grow up so fast!
Let me take time out to be
glad that mine's still here with me.
And though I'm busy through the day,
let me take time out to play . . .
Let me take time out to smile,
to linger with her for a while . . .
To invite her under the table for tea
and dress up silly as can be.
Let me take time out to sing
and dance and skip
and twirl and swing . . .
To splash in puddles when it rains
and make her fancy daisy chains.
Let me take time out to hear
about the things that she holds dear.
Let me tuck her in at night,
hear her prayers, turn off the light.
And for one more moment let me pray
and thank God that we shared this day!
Marty at Eleven

(Annie Komorny)

You have an iridescent quality;
Half woman and half child,
In subtle blend,
I watch your running, laughing gaiety,
And feel that now goes on
Without an end.

But when we talk together,
I can see,
From something in a gesture,
Tone, or look,
That very soon
That little girl will be
A group of snapshots,
Mounted in a book.
My Little Girl

I remember when you were my little girl.
As much a part of me as my right arm;
My every breath and step held you in mind.
Then suddenly, one morning you were grown.
I was not finished with you.
But we must love our children enough to let them go.
But in my heart, You'll always be my little girl.
My Daughter

All the dreams I prayed you'd be
Are all the things you are.
You were once my little girl
And now my shining star.
The Little Girls

(from "Sunrise, Sunset")

Are these the little girls I carried,
Are these my little ones at play:
I don't remember growing older,
When did they?
Wasn't it only yesterday
When they were small?
Sunrise, sunset, swiftly fly the years
One season following another,
Laden with happiness and tears
Mothers and Daughters

You can see it in their eyes
in tender hugs and long good-byes,
a love that only moms and daughters know.

You can see it in their smiles
through passing years and changing styles.
a friendship that continually seems to grow.

You can see it in their lives,
the joy each one of them derives
in just knowing that the other one is there

To care and to understand,
lend an ear or hold a hand
and to celebrate the memories they share.
   
My Daughter

(© Herman Ross Fillingane)

As time will come and go
Sometimes like a distant wind
My life sees many changes
And I'm thankful for true friends.

But as I long for wisdom
And search for that distant light
I think of yesterdays
When I watched you sleep at night.

And nothing that I touch
In a sometimes lonely world
Will ever mean as much
As the love for my little girl.
The Finest Age

When she was only nine months old,
And plump and round and pink of cheek,
A joy to tickle and to hold,
Before she'd even learned to speak,
Her gentle mother used to say:
"It is too bad that she must grow.
If I could only have my way
Her baby ways we'd always know."

And then the year was turned, and she
Began to toddle round the floor
And name the things that she could see
And soil the dresses that she wore.
Then many a night she whispered low:
"Our baby now is such a pearl (or joy)
I hate to think that she must grow
To be a wild and heedless girl." (or boy)
But on she went and sweeter grew,

And then her mother, I recall,
Wished she could keep her always two,
For that's the finest age of all.
She thought the same thing at three,
And now that she is four, she sighs
To think she cannot always be
The youngster with the laughing eyes.

Oh, little girl, my wish is not
Always to keep you four years old.
Each night I stand beside your cot
And think of what the years may hold;
And looking down on you I pray
That when we've lost our baby small,
The mother of our woman will say
"This is the finest age of all."
Ballad of Lost Objects

( Phyllis McGinley)

Where are the ribbons I tie my hair with?
Where is my lipstick? Where are my hose--
The sheer ones hoarded these weeks to wear with
Frocks the closets do not disclose?
Perfumes, petticoats, sports chapeaus,
The blouse Parisian, the earrings Spanish--
Everything suddenly up and goes.
And where in the world did the children vanish?

This is the house I used to share with
Girls in pinafores, shier than does.
I can recall how they climbed my stairs with
Gales of giggles on their tiptoes.
Last seen wearing both braids and bows
(And looking rather Raggedy-Annish),
When they departed nobody knows--
Where in the world did the children vanish?

Two tall strangers, now I must bear with,
Decked in my personal furbelows,
Raiding the larder, rending the air with
Gossip and terrible radios.
Neither my friends nor quite my foes,
Alien, beautiful, stern and clannish,
Here they dwell, while the wonder grows:
Where in the world did the children vanish?

Prince, I warn you, under the rose,
Time is the thief you cannot banish.
These are my daughters, I suppose.
But where in the world did the children vanish?
What is a Girl?

(Neva P. Botsford)

Girls are made up of a number of ingredients. The delightful ones are engraved in the hearts of adoring fathers, and the others remind Mom of when she was their age!

First of all, girls are experts at getting things done. They talk Mom into making a skirt for some special activity that falls due the day after tomorrow. They talk Dad into taking them, and a few friends, most any place at most any time. And they can, on occasion, clean their room neat as a pin, provided the occasion has something to do with a slumber party.

Girls are particularly thoughtful of parents. Not wanting them to be bored, they are constantly thinking up interesting things for them to do, such as going along to a Camp Fire picnic, chaperoning a school dance and all sorts of fun projects.

Girls are very good about volunteering. When there is a call for refreshments, daughters are quick to volunteer, "My mother will bake cookies;" or if they need transportation, "My dad will drive;" And she is quick to suggest, "You can meet at MY house."

Girls grow up quickly. One day they are far too young to assume the responsibility for cleaning the house and the next day they are plenty old enough to wear nylons. Yesterday you had to remind them to wash their hands for dinner, and the next day they are spending hours putting up their hair and experimenting with makeup. The especially pursue these projects when it is time to set the table or wash dishes.

Girls can spot their allowance as they walk in the door, but seldom see the dirty socks under the bed until after washday. They hear the radio only on loud volume and especially like the sound of the telephone ringing.

Girls live by the clock, supplemented by notations on a calendar, and are usually on their way to somewhere or due back in just a minute.

Wee girls are cuddly. Kindergarten girls like to sit on Dad's lap while he reads her the funnies. Teenage girls like to talk a lot about such IMPORTANT things and wish they were older. Married daughters try to cook like Mother and wonder if they were ever as silly as their own daughters.

Daughters are very special people. They can twist a very stern businessman into a normal submissive father, and give Mom hope in a future generation that will raise daughters just as she did.
A Mother's Tear

She can cook like the best chef around . . .
drive all over city and town,
looking for just the right evening gown.
She had the best kiss on my knees.
Oh, what a Mom--she can be.
She could do everything from ABC's--
to stupid old trigonometry.
She has the best laugh in the land.
And oh, how could you not notice, the strength of her hands?
She could run interference better than any attorney around.
And never ever, did she let me down.
She taught me the right and wrongs of eye shadow.
And there were times, she said yes, but really meant NO.
Oh what a Mom, she can be--
On prom night, I saw the little tear--
and the sparkle as she said 'be careful, you are a woman, dear'.
Then on graduation- there she was--
front row seat, I knew she would.
There was that tear, once more.
Congratulations, 'you are a woman, dear'.
Ahh, the day I come down the aisle.
The first thing I saw, was my Mom's smile.
Oh, and there was that tiny little tear . . .
Best Wishes, ' you are a MRS. dear'.
The night the pain came . . .
I was all afraid, she run to my side--
held my hand. Hold me tight dear,
Mom is right here.
In a few hours, it will be over and gone.
And you will be holding a hand of your own.
The pain went away, as they said, 'here is your baby girl'.
I looked at my Mom, and saw that tear,
this time was different . . .
She brushed back my hair, and said 'what is this dear?'
I said 'oh Mom, I have it too, that special Mommy tear'.
I am lucky Mom, I got it from you.

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