The Last Step

So this was long overdue...but that's not why it's special....let's not call it a 'post'

Listen to me my daughter, when I say

I was once a child like you, finding my way.

I didn’t stop to rest & smell the rain, or fulfil my desire...

I didn’t go up to that girl and tell her that I loved her.

I trusted everyone and they hurt me with their words,

But I didn’t thank the people, my cries who heard

You be your own person, you be the star,

You walk your way, you make it far

For I lived to see your first step and I could see

That you would make the last count before you sleep...

With years... before my hair started to grey,

I married a woman who I loved, but never did say

My daughter I raised you to be like the woman I adore,

And you had all that she has but much more

I guess I did something right, even when I thought I was wrong,

The path that I walked all my life, doesn’t seem so long

You be your own person, you be the star,

You walk your way, you make it far

For I lived to see your first step and I could see

That you would make the last count before you sleep...

My father, THE man, the one who raised me,

To be a daughter, a sister and the person I want to be.

I did smell the rain and my love I professed

I did shed a tear and to those I hurt, I confessed.

I made my own mistakes & so will my next,

But I will be the person you foresaw before I rest.

I will be my own person, I will be the star

I will tread my way hoping to make it far

Even though now you don’t live to see my last step

I am sure to tell you my story..after I rest