Listen...
As they show you
their many needs and ways
From the moment they are born
To the very last of your days
Their poetry is in motion
They're language is in play
Their cries for help, behavior
Their wisdom, confounds "your way"
Love...
Though you may be tired
And doubt plagues your mind
You crave quiet open spaces
And Sanity is so hard to find
Know each grace is given
For travelers to find a path
Branches placed to trip you
Land you on humility's softened grass
Learn...
To see youself the prisoner
You keep under lock and key
The one you flog for disappointing
The one who begs to be set free
To let go of your agenda
Your illusion of control
Listen, Love and Learn
All that's needed to be made whole.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 1:47 AM UTC
Listen...
As they show you
their many needs and ways
From the moment they are born
To the very last of your days
Their poetry is in motion
They're language is in play
Their cries for help, behavior
Their wisdom, confounds "your way"
Love...
Though you may be tired
And doubt plagues your mind
You crave quiet open spaces
And Sanity is so hard to find
Know each grace is given
For travelers to find a path
Branches placed to trip you
Land you on humility's softened grass
Learn...
To see youself the prisoner
You keep under lock and key
The one you flog for disappointing
The one who begs to be set free
To let go of your agenda
Your illusion of control
Listen, Love and Learn
All that's needed to be made whole.