Not a baby, anymore

The babygirl turned 18 yesterday. And she was kind enough to let me spend time with her last night. sigh. Sara's poem...
 

Sara

My daughter, my friend
you are named for royalty and a bewitched jewel.

Hope

Your middle is a prayer
and a statement

a family tradition.

And like the gem that shares your name,
you are shining and bright,

brilliant and priceless.

Like the diamond,
you gather light from around you,
focus it and beam it out

                    into the darkest corner of a room and

             into the deepest reaches of my soul.

Mom