She came to me as I sat alone That girl I used to be She looked at me with an earnest eye As she questioned reproachfully: Did you forget the many plans The hopes I had for you? The great career, the thoughts of fame Many wonderful things to do? Where is the mansion you dreamed of With beautiful gardens so rare The silks and satins I dreamed for you The jewels in your soft hair? And as she spoke, I became very sad For I wanted her pleased with me This slender girl from the memories past The girl that I used to be. So rising gently I took her hand And guided her to a room Where peacefully sleeping my children lay By the light of God's beautiful moon. And I told her that these are my only gems, So precious they are to me That silk and satin is motherhood A costly simplicity. The mansion so lovely is my gift of love It is the only career I know Serving each day in these sheltered walls As my dear ones who come and go. And as I spoke to my yesterday guest She smiled through her tears at me And I saw the woman that I am now Pleased the girl I used to be. © Ginny Bryant Used with permission Please honor author's copyrights by seeking permission first before using this poem in any way.  To reach author, click on her name above.         Midi playing ~ "Summer Nights" Courtesy of Leigh Ann's Midi World   Page elements from several sources © 2010 Created exclusively for LED Brought to you by Living Each Day © 2003-present, Adelle North, All Rights Reserved