Four Generations

Watching you become a parent,
Warms me from inside.

My little girl, now a Mother,

Pure happiness and pride.

The precious child you cradle,

Is a part of you and me.

When I see you both together,

I see the way we used to be.

The miracle of your birth,

Is a day I won't forget.

I remember my enchantment,

as our face and eyes first met.

I recall your sweet wet kisses,

And sleepy little sighs.

I remember your first smile,

Brought tears to loving eyes.

As your Mother I still shine,

By the woman you've become.

First blessed by having you,

And now your little one.

I pray that as your Mother,

I've been all that I can be.

May the love you give your children,

Carry on a part of me.

-Teri Harrison

Faye Eanes (my grandmother)
Patty Shelton (my mom)
Kim Owens (my sister)
Christy Smith (me, of course!)
Ashton Smith (my daughter)