Her World
My daughter took a paperweight off my husband's desk,
It was shaped like a globe, with oceans, countries, and the rest.
Later that night, I was looking for it, I found it in her bed,
I picked it up, tucked her in, and kissed her on the head.
Tiptoeing out, I glanced back at her red cheeks and her curls,
And in her sleep she said to me, "Mom, you're holding my world."
She then rolled over and went to bed without another sound,
But I was left with her words, which I thought were so profound.
I am the one in charge of mapping my daughter's life,
In charge of making her a bas yisrael, a mother and a wife.
She'll follow my leads, copy what I do and what I say,
I'm carrying her world and I'm showing her the way.
Sometimes we get caught up in the details of day to day living,
We can easily forget all the direction we must be giving.
I put the paperweight where it belonged and went to shut the light.
I never will forget the lesson that I had learned this night.
This paperweight now reminds me, with its graphic display of land,
That it is the world of my children I am holding in my hands.
