I turned on my laptop
and there was an email
my mother had written that day

She said I was special
and wanted the whole world
to know of her blessing this way

So she’d clicked the send button
less than half a few seconds
a slew of those emails went out

for this and that corner
of all G-d’s creation
To read all her words left no doubt:

I love you my daughter
my pure dear sweet daughter
in ways no one told me I could

I’d bake cookies with butter
knit you a warm sweater
whisper lullabies, then later I would

Swing and I’d slide you
count, draw and provide you
with all toys great, small and in blue

I’d read and I’d guide you
nap along side you
comb curls, kiss your toes and bruised knee

Pick you up, put you down
Hold your hand, make you stand
and show you all ways not to falter

How I’ve loved you my daughter
my pure dear sweet daughter
whose laughter I’ve lived for like water

There’s nothing I’ve found
to match that pure sound
it means there’s a heaven, you see

I love you my daughter
now grown to the rafter
in ways no one could tell you but me

I hope you’ll tuck this away
for that quiet cold day
when my steps are no longer graceful

Then bake me cookies with butter
wrap me in your warm sweater
and laugh often, I’ll always be grateful.

Giselle M. Massi
Giselle M. Massi is a former journalist with The Denver Post and author of “We are Here for a Purpose: How to Find Yours” and the novel “Just Dance the Steps.” Giselle’s column series A2W Aging to Wisdom, which includes this article, is is an exploration of joyful ways to go through life. To read more or to contact Giselle, go to www.gisellemassi.com.


  1. Beautiful, elegant, discerning, thoughtful, inspirational, amazing…and the poem is great, too!
    Thanks everso, Giselle, for this lovely tribute to your daughter…

  2. What a lovely poem. It so beautifully and delicately illustrates the divine relationship between mother and daughter and how things come full circle.

  3. I’m finding it hard to stop crying… I was really touched by your poem. It reminded me of my mother … She always told me how special I was when I was growing up. It also reminds me of my own daughter and napping by her, combing the curls in her hair… Swinging her on a swing, reading to her and guiding her, baking cookies together…Just loving her so much and realizing how very much my own Mom has loved me, too through the years. The poem reflects to me a circle of love and life. Thank you, Giselle.


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