"THROUGH MY DAUGHTER'S EYES"

Just a matter of time I would become a product of a wild child.
She would be my cross to bare. Not even a thought in her mind. When he climbed on top she was nothing more then a child
herself. But she had felt the pain of her elders many times over
at such a young age. Along I came growing inside of her. At
first I had thoughts of my death, but would it have felt any different then being born. That day came like an earthquake,
no warning. I went from her warm womb, to her warm arms
and that smile. They think you see the light leaving this
world but you see the brightest light coming in. You lived the first time you held me, that feeling that you could never
explain, even with your deepest of words.
I arrived at my fourth home don't remember much.
The one thing I remember when you thought I couldn't
feel is you laying your head gently on my chest to hear
my heart. And how you would lay me on your chest to
show me how much are hearts were one. I felt it.
That was the first time I cried and she saw the world
through my eyes...