“Thoughts Inspired by a Letter from a Daughter to a Mother,” Ensign, July 1980, 5
Thoughts Inspired by a Letter from a Daughter to a Mother
Sometime ago I said I
Loved you sixty ways
And counted them
To you.
But now I know I cannot
Count my love by
Any days.
My very breath is mine
Because you dared
To give your life that I might
Live.
Each day you gave to
Me that I might give
To mine
In my appointed time.
I cannot give to you
What you gave me
But to my own I pass
The torch
Then anxious, wait to
See
If they will pass to theirs
What you gave me.