Here is written a tribute to the simple touch of a mother to her daughter; a memory only they could understand, remember and cherish for a lifetime.
THINK ON THESE THINGS!
By Lori A Alicea
A mother’s moment with her girl,
Each morning does prepare.
Creates a bond between the two,
While brushing through her hair.
The mirror reflects a princess heart,
In both, though one is grown.
Inside you find her noble crown,
Where royalty is known.
With bows and braids and pony tails,
And polish on her nails.
A storybook of mother’s hands,
Is penned in great details.
This simple act of washing hair,
Her nearness valued much.
A child remembers thru the years,
A mother’s tender touch.
A mother’s hand keeps hold of you,
She’s close beside your chair.
Recalls her smile while looking at,
A clipping of your hair.
Oh daughter, you are beautiful,
No one can dare compare.
Oh listen to your mother’s words,
Each time I dry your hair.
My little girl, sweet princess one,
With bows and matching socks.
Record these memories of us,
The days I dried your locks.
Your eyes, the windows of your soul,
Reflects a heart burned bright.
Your hair, a princess crown to wear,
These mother’s words I write.
Your smile of bright and sunny skies,
At night, a light show made.
I love our mother / daughter time,
Your pony tail I’d braid.
My daughter’s grown before my eyes,
Our clothes and makeup share.
But like a little girl she sits,
To let me brush her hair.
I pray you’ve heard the Father’s love,
These mornings just us two.
The honest things, the pure and just,
The lovely things of you.
In words of doubt recall these days,
Our time around your chair.
And think on things of good report,
Each time you brush your hair.
Whatsoever things are true…
Whatsoever things are honest…
Whatsoever things are just…
Whatsoever things are pure…
Whatsoever things are lovely…
Whatsoever things are of a good report…
If there be any virtue…
And if there be any praise…
Think on these things..
Philippians 4:8 KJV