My daughter, if you could see into my heart,

you would find a bracelet full of charms.

It would have on it memoirs of you,

from that first time I held you in my arms.

It would have a tiny pink bonnet,

in remembrance of the first time I kissed your downy head.

A crayon to represent all those pictures that you drew;

"I love you, Mommy," they all said.

A little lunch box for your very first day of school,

I remember how I cried.

Also a little boy for your first crush,

I recall the shy look in your eyes as you sighed.

Naturally, it would include a doll, or maybe two,

for you could never seem to put yours down.

In honor of your precious bed time prayers,

it would have a little nightgown.

A charm of a candle with a flame glowing bright,

for your birthdays that seem to breeze by.

Also a tear drop for your first fight with your best friend,

I will never forget that pitiful look in your eyes.

A pom-pom for your cheering days,

or maybe a football because of the boys.

A tiny tee for the clothes that exploded in your room,

long gone was your interest in toys.

A car charm would be on it too, of course,

along with a telephone,

for these had become your new interests

as you had grown.

However, the most revealing charm of all

would be a pair of wings inside a heart.

For, the moment I laid eyes on you, my little angel,

I fell in love with you from the start.