The same day I wrote the previous post, I wrote a poem speaking much the same sentiments. Usually, I think my poetry sucks, but this one said what I needed to say, so I'm posting it:
Whispers in the wind that tell me it’s alright
A still small voice that beckons me toward the light
A pull this way and then back the other
My mind must focus on being a mother
No matter my trials or pain or tears
Diligence in duty to quiet her fears
Nothing so bad we cannot overcome it
Nothing so hard we cannot go through it
A reassuring smile and hug every night
Will give her that reassurance it will be alright
1 comment:
Gee hon, Your a poet and doth not know it, nice.
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