A mother's reflections

Her daughter's eyes were sparkling like the sun,
Her mother could hardly believe that at one time
she was just a bun
In the oven of her own body,
And now she lives to see,
That gleam in her daughter's eye,
She works hard so her daughter would have what she did not,
And with every breath she hopes she's been taught,
How to be kind to all she sees around,
Even the ugliest people found.