When Your Hands Were Small (Villanelle)

you were new, a stranger to me

with a rosebud mouth and eyes like mine

perfection for all the world to see

 

you were so wise, barely even three

interpreting the world through rose-colored glasses

you were new, a stranger to me

 

you loved to sing, like a bird in a tree

hands over your head as you danced round and round

perfection for all the world to see

 

you changed from the daughter that I wanted you to be

rebellious and wild, you grew apart

you were new, a stranger to me

 

you found a soulmate with whom to spend eternity

beautifully clothed in lace and satin

perfection for all the world to see

 

you've grown into a mother yourself

but i'll always remember when your baby hands fit in mine

you were new, a stranger to me

perfection for all the world to see

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