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