Daughters

I have two daughters; both beautiful and smart

They make me laugh, make me cry; melt my heart

I gaze at them in wonder - how on earth did I get here?

How did I manage nappies, feeds, all the endless gear?

Prams, weaning, car seats, choosing their preschool

Sleepless nights, vomit; clothes covered in drool

The first day of school, tears spilling from my eyes

Saying "you will be fine sweetheart". I still hate goodbyes

And now, as they grow and start spreading their wings

I am terrified, and excited by what the future brings

Their path, unplanned, the ups and downs yet to come

I know one thing for sure, I'm so proud to be "mum".