Being Mom

I dreamed about my daughter last night.

It was her wedding day.

Her dress was ready.

The cake was ready.

The groom was waiting.

All I had to do was fix her hair and hug her,

before her daddy walked her down the aisle.

But when I went to wake her to start the special day,

she was still a little baby smiling up at me.

And I cried.

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