Song Description

Piano and vocal, a mother acknowledging her wrongs and rights in raising her daughter

Lyrics

her face is the color of open
its shape, like a warm afternoon
her smile is as dear as a daisy
as distant and deep as the moon

and her gifts are of paper and tape
cotton clouds, sparkled skies
and her love is as clear as a mirror
as it travels to me through her eyes

i scold and i teach and i wonder
i fail and succeed and despair
there are times when she roars out like thunder
there are times she lets me do her hair

and the right and the wrong that i do
changes me and changes her
and the daughter in me comes to surface
and the mother in her comes to stir

birthday clothes, ballet class, moments fly, decades pass

and she's still just my six year old daughter
with the pain and the grace that it brings
and i'm still just this little girl's mother
trying hard to accept all these thing
and the wrong and the right that i do
changes her and changes me and
i wonder which times she'll remember
when she sings her own daughter to sleep

telephone, courting flowers, wedding bells, baby showers

will my granddaughter's face be as open?
take its shape from a warm afternoon?
she is surely as dear as her mother,
as distant and deep as the moon