Let­ter to my daugh­ter

Isis Town and Country - - Opinion - By LORETTA TARDA

DEAR­EST San­dra, You gave me the won­der­ful priv­i­lege of be­com­ing a mother, your mother. What a pre­cious gift you were like no other, my first lit­tle bun­dle of joy, so amaz­ing you were to hold. That mem­ory so sweet,

even though I grow old. When I gazed at my

beau­ti­ful baby girl, You sure put my heart in

such a whirl. And I couldn’t be­lieve

how blessed I’d been, As to have a daugh­ter

was my se­cret dream. Your name San­dra, means helper of mankind, And this did suit your

na­ture I find. While grow­ing up you

thrived at school, A good leader, de­bater,

but no­body’s fool. Stand­ing your ground

but still knew your

place, Be­com­ing an el­e­gant lady with class and grace. You were Ged’s de­voted wife, and a car­ing mum by far, Within your fam­ily a rock, their bright shin­ing star. Your per­son­al­ity bub­bled

out in any crowd, In so many ways, you made your par­ents ex­tremely proud. So dearly loved, but you just too quickly slipped away, We will al­ways miss you

ev­ery sin­gle day. Now a limb has fallen

from our fam­ily tree, But I hear a voice that says, “Grieve not for me, “Re­mem­ber the best times, the laugh­ter and fun, “I leave happy mem­o­ries

be­hind, when day is done.”

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