My Little Girl’s Room

January 13, 2013 at 7:04 am · Filed under Family, Good stuff, Mostly true, Poems, the good old days ·Tagged Charles L. Mashburn, children, good old days, love, poetry, Sherry, song, writer

I wrote this poem/song in 1996 when Tracey was moving out—leaving the nest—for what we knew would probably be the final time. It’s written from a mother’s perspective. It made its way around the Internet for a few years—maybe it still gets around some—and we know of instances, and have been told of others, when it has been recited by tearful mother’s at weddings. A friend of mine sang it at Tracey’s wedding.

My Little Girl’s Room

 

I remember all the nights when I went down the hall

I’d stand at the door and watch my baby sleep

My heart would fill my throat; my tears would start to fall

As I prayed the Lord her precious soul to keep

 

The years slipped quickly by; I watched her as she grew

I laughed at all the silly things she’d do

She was always there with me; she made my life complete

She knew how to make me smile when I felt blue

 

My little girl’s room… teddy bears on the bed

All of her things scattered on the floor

My little girl’s room… where I tucked her in each night

Then I turned out the light and gently closed the door

 

I remember all the nights when she would sit with me

And tell me all the things she’d done in school

She said I was her best friend as she held my hand

She said she was so lucky to have a mom so cool

 

The years slipped quickly by; I watched her dress for the prom

I wondered, who was this woman standing there

My heart came to my throat, my tears began to fall

As I thought of all the precious times we’d shared

 

My little girl’s room… teddy bears on the bed

All of her things scattered on the floor

My little girl’s room… where I tucked her in each night

Then I turned out the light and gently closed the door

 

Then there was the night, when she came rushing in

I can still see the smile upon her face

I fought back my tears; I know my smile was thin

As she said, Mom, guess what? I’ve found my own place!

 

Now sometimes late at night, I stand there at her door

And stare at an empty floor lit by the moon

My heart comes to my throat; my tears begin to fall

As I stare at what was once my little girl’s room

 

My little girl’s room… teddy bears on the bed

Her things no longer scattered on the floor

My little girl’s room… where I tucked her in each night

Now I turn out the light… and gently close the door

 

Copyright © 1996 C. Mashburn

 

Posting this oldie on dVerse Poets Pub’s weeekly “Poetics” feature. Stu offered up the writing prompt of “Growing Up” this week, and I thought this was a good one to share with my fellow poets and readers.

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