Gift from heaven;
single manifestation melded together
from fragments of your parents.
My light, my joy, my darling girl.
Your smile lights up my universe;
your cries and tears throw me into
guilt and despair.
You nestle against me,
and I breathe in your sweet scent.
My darling girl, you will grow up
and become a woman, and perhaps a mother also,
but part of you will forever be my darling little girl,
and I will cling to the feel of you nestled against me
and the sweet smell of infancy that surrounds you now.
My darling girl, I can’t protect you from all the hurts
you will sustain from people and circumstances in our world
or from the mistakes you must make to become
a thoughtful and caring human being,
but I can offer my unconditional love, support, and advice
whenever they can be a comfort to you, my darling baby girl.
Kathleen Murphey teaches English Department courses at Community College of Philadelphia. In her ideal world, people would read a wide variety of literature to help them sympathize and empathize with all kinds of different people and to empower them to work toward a world in which all human beings are treated with courtesy, tolerance, respect, and dignity. In addition to teaching and writing, she is the mother of three lovely girls for whom she wishes a better, kinder, and more socially just world.