As a mother,
I wish for you undying love.
A life that leads you to your highest calling.
A world that surrounds you
In such light you have no other
Option then to succeed with elegance.
To be gifted such loyalty,
From others you never question
Their intentions.
That life for you,
Is precious and deep.
And your love of life is unwavering.
As a realist,
I know your life will have hardships.
Times coated in darkness.
I only hope I raise you strong enough,
To withstand the storms.
I know you will be betrayed,
And led to question those around you.
Filling your perception with venom.
I only hope you never get,
So jaded you can't see the good,
That still exists.
You'll lose people and things.
You'll cry yourself to sleep,
On more then one occasion.
I only hope I've given you,
Enough self love to know,
You have to get up again,
After the tears have fallen,
And the pain has been felt.
You have to rise.
As a realistic mother,
I know your journey through life
Won't be easy.
And like the rest of us,
Life will test your strength.
I only hope that when it's all said,
And your life is done.
You can look back and know
You were given everything you needed to succeed.
And despite those that hurt you,
Bruised you, or betrayed you.
You were loved beyond measure.