From the moment she arrives on earth,
and on through womanhood,
A daughter is a FEMALE
who is seldom understood

One minute she is laughing,
the next she starts to cry,
Man just can't understand her
and there's just no use to try

She is soft and sweet and cuddly,
but she's also wise and smart,
She's a wondrous combination
of a mind and brain and heart

And even in her baby days
she's just a born coquette,
And anything she really wants
she manages to get

For even at a tender age
she uses all her wiles
And she can melt the hardest heart
with the sunshine of her smiles

She starts out as a rosebud
with her beauty unrevealed,
Then through a happy childhood
her petals are unsealed

She's soon a sweet girl graduate,
and then a blushing bride,
And then a lovely woman
as the rosebud opens wide

And some day in the future,
if it be God's gracious will,
She, too, will be a Mother
and know that reverent thrill
That comes to every Mother
whose heart is filled with love
When she beholds the 'angel',
that God sent her from above

And there would be no life at all
in this world or the other
Without a DARLING DAUGHTER
who, in turn, becomes a MOTHER!


Helen Steiner Rice