• Look a mother standing here
    With her daughter coming near
    She turns to see a smiling face
    Returns the favor with a gleaming gaze.

    And as she looks she is amazed
    There is no fog nor any haze
    In disbelief and in a sigh
    She can't believe she's in her daughters eyes.

    She looks down and she can see
    A spitting image of her used to be
    She falls to her knees in a moment of glee
    For she never knew what she meant to thee.

    In a moments notice
    She knows the important
    She must raise her to be
    Nothing less than the women she see's.

    At once she enraptures the running child
    And pours her love worth all the wild
    With a love so strong that she cries
    All because she's in her daughters eyes.