Disclaimer: I lay no claim to any of the Charmed characters, quotes, or overt references that may appear in my stories. They are the sole property of Spelling Television. I write for my own satisfaction and for the enjoyment of those who choose to read them.
Lyrical Acknowledgement: The song In My Daugher’s Eyes was written my Martina McBride, I claim no ownership.
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In My Daughter’s Eyes- Songfic.
The little legs carried her to the kitchen, there she saw the person she was looking for. Her mother’s head buried in papers and her hands working furiously on the keyboard of her laptop. This would not, dissuade the child from interrupting her.
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She heard the pitter patter of tiny feet searching room by room until she found what she was looking for. ‘Please, don’t find me for at least five more minutes. This has to be on my Elise’s desk by seven sharp or…’ Her thoughts were cut off when she could feel the huge blue eyes, intently watching her every move. ‘Maybe if I just keep working she’ll get distracted and I search her out in just a little bit.’
“Mommy?”
“Hmm.”
“Mommy, pay tention. I have sumtin impotent to tell you.”
Knowing, once the four year olds mind was set, there was no putting her off. Phoebe pulled the tiny bundle of energy on to her lap. She could never resist her daughter, never.
“You do, do you?”
“Uh huh!” Her soft curls bounced with the excitement that was nearly causing her to burst.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, baby girl.”
“You know what?”
“What sweetie?”
“I fink you awe the bestest mommy in da whole wide wold.”
Oh those eyes, so full of sincerity and her heart so wanting to please. Phoebe wandered how she ever lived before this child of her love came into her bane existence.
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In my daughter's eyes I am a hero
I am strong and wise and I know no fear
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Her life was on the edge. The loss of her two surviving sisters was killing her. A slow and painful death. The power of three, gone forever. All she had ever known, all who she had known- taken. No one asked her permission, no one considered her feeling as, now she was left to carry on… alone. Jason, tried to be there for her, but he felt helpless, something that this strong, in control man, could not handle. So he buried himself in his work. Traveling for months at a time. One brief reconciliation, produced the only thing she had left, her daughter. Phoebe was drowning and only the little one in her arms could pull her once again to safety.
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But the truth is plain to see
She was sent to rescue me
I see who I want to be
In my daughter's eyes
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TEN YEARS LATER:
“Mom, I don’t understand; why can’t Cami be on the soccer team?”
“Oh baby, I know, but Cami’s parents can’t afford the team fees and costs of the uniforms.”
“BUT MOM!!! That’s so not FAIR!! She is the best player… wait, it THAT why all the kids tease her?”
“I’m sorry honey, but probably so. You know how the kids at Baker High are; as snooty as their parents.”
Phoebe never realized until years later, how her daughter had saved her lunch money and allowance, until she had enough for Cami to play the entire next year. In fact, her daughter’s attempts at proving equality led to a state offered grant. This allowed ALL children to play, regardless of their financial standings.
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In my daughter's eyes
Everyone is equal
Darkness turns to light
And the world is at peace
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Phoebe traced her hand over the diploma, her daughter had graduated with honors, but she knew her child was exceptional from the first day she had laid eyes on her. Through times of pain and sorrow, her daughter never left her side. The pain of chemotherapy was eased when Prue’s hand would trace the lines in her own. Her blue eyes never veering from her mother’s.
“You are so much like her you know?”
“Who, Mom?” She would ask, though she knew, by now, her mother was referring to her namesake.
“Your Aunt Prue.” Faithful and maternal… You’ll make a wonderful mother some day.
“Really, you think so?” Prue’s eyes danced as she imagined the thought.
“I know so!” Phoebe’s hand softly squeezed her daughters, pride showing in spite of her weakness.
Never did she waver, as the operation took her mother’s breasts. She never thought her mom to look anymore beautiful. Prue’s devotion and undying love for her mother was inherent and Phoebe knew from where it originated.
“You are so much like her you know?”
“Who, Mom?” She would ask, though she knew, by now, to whom her mother was referring.
“Your Aunt Piper, stubborn, gentle and looks at beauty from the inside out, not the other way around.”
“You will make a great wife some day.”
“Really, You think so?” Prue’s eyes dreamy at the thought.
“I know so!” Phoebe’s hand gently cradled her daughter’s chin, pride showing, in spite of her personal loss.
Never did she give in, when Phoebe refused to let her move into the sorority house. Tenacious and bullheaded, two categories of nature that had only one DNA path to which it reached her only daughter.
“Ugh, I give up!! You are so much like her you know.”
“Who, Mom?” Prue asked, her face masking the elation of having won victory over her mother’s trepidations.
“Your Aunt Paige! That’s who! Couldn’t tell her what to do and I see you swam right into the same gene pool!” Phoebe smirked, her pride evident, in spite of her misgivings. She knew, that the Paige in her daughter could handle anything.
Yes, this miracle of life had been there, through it all, it was in her beautiful blue eyes that Phoebe continue to believe.
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This miracle God gave to me
Gives me strength when I am weak
I find reason to believe
In my daughter's eyes
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TWENTY YEARS LATER:
Phoebe let the fingers of time run across the photo. The baby wrapped all in pink was, now in a lovely gown of white. The child was, a child no more. Tears were shuttered by the lids that refused to mess her makeup. Joy was her focus as she knew her daughter had found her perfect mate. Still the tendrils of the past caressed her memories. The tiny hand wrapping around her finger. The brave first steps taken, as Prue’s wobbly legs hurled her into Phoebe’s arms of love. Scraped knees and grass stains, facts of life and first dates. Memories flooding her heart, drowning her soul in what would never be again.
Phoebe felt the familiar hand touch her sleeve. It was in that very moment, she realized what life was all about. Teaching her child to fly… alone.
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And when she wraps her hand around my finger
Oh it puts a smile in my heart
Everything becomes a little clearer
I realize what life is all about
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“Mom?”
“Hmm.” Unwillingly, her daughter’s voice was drawing her from her beloved memories.
“Mom, pay attention. I have something important to tell you.”
“You do, do you?” A smile creeping slowly on to her lips, as Phoebe recalled this same conversations so many years ago, or was it just yesterday?
“Uh huh!” Her soft curls bounced around her veil, evidence she was nearly bursting with excitement .
“Mom?”
“Yes, baby girl.”
“You know what?”
“What sweetie?”
“I think you are the best mom in the whole, wide world… I always will.”
“Thanks, baby. You don’t know how much that means to me.” Tears catching the remaining words she wanted to say. She knew by the light in her daughter’s eyes she had read her thoughts.
Knowing both of them were filled with inexpressible love, Prue pulled her mother from the settee and spoke with an assuredness she didn‘t really have. “You are very welcome, now are you going to walk me down that aisle or not?”
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It's hangin' on when your heart
Has had enough
It's givin' more when you feel like givin' up
I've seen the light
It's in my daughter's eyes
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THIRTY YEARS LATER:
She placed the rose upon the ivory casket. The day she feared had now come to pass. Prue’s husband, never leaving her side, her baby securely in her arms. Her hero was now gone… forever. Phoebe Halliwell had bravely fought the enemy of cancer, but lost to the foe that was bigger than any she had ever faced.
“She’s at peace now, honey… with her sisters, mom, and Grams.”
“I know, but…”
“Here, let me take little Phoebe, I’ll give you some time alone.”
Taking the little girl, his heavy footsteps trekking a pathway to the waiting limo.
Prue’s thoughts ran full circle as she mindlessly ran her hand over the shiny box, holding her best and dearest friend.
“She’s so much like you, you know? A bottomless heart and a mouth that will not stop.” Prue, smiled as she recalled the morning’s earlier events.
She stood and looked into her daughters room, listening to little Phoebe trying to explain some sort of something to her father. It was very important in her tiny mind and therefore must important to all. Tony, listen patiently…
“…Just like Aunt Prue and Aunt Piper listened to you, huh, mom? I’ll miss you Mommy, but I will have you always, in my heart and in my daughter’s eyes.”
Prue kissed the casket one last time and returned to her waiting family.
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In my daughter's eyes
I can see the future
A reflection of who I am
And what will be
Though she'll grow and someday leave
Maybe raise a family
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Phoebe looked down from the parting heavens. Flanked by a heritage of Halliwells. Each, offering support to their sister, daughter and granddaughter.
Through tears and love she spoke her heart, knowing her daughter would hear her. As love transcends everything… even death.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll always be there… if only in your daughter’s eyes.
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When I'm gone
I hope you see
How happy she made me
For I'll be there
In my daughter's eyes
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A|N: Dedicated to the daughter, I hope to one day have.
Here is a link to this beautiful song:
http://www.link4u.com/daughter.htm
(takes a few minutes to load, but well worth it. :-))