Dear Child,
I hold so frail in my arms,
I look down and wish to protect you from all that harms,
But I know as the years grow more,
It will be harder on your choices to implore,
Your first few years will be a pleasant walk,
Where I teach and you don’t talk,
But as years go by,
A mother can only wonder what’s ahead will lie,
Soon it will be that “I don’t understand you”,
Even though I was a teenager too,
It’ll be that I am uncool,
You avoid me in public, especially at your school,
You will refuse my tender love,
I’ll be told “mom seriously that’s enough.”
We’ll disagree about boys,
Because you love him,
And I have no choice,
I’ll warn of things,
And you’ll just say “Whatever.”
As with every year my heart stings,
Because you think you’re more clever,
Dear child so small so frail,
Trust your mother and the boats she has set sail,
Trust your mother, whom upon you dotes,
She’s your mother, who to you her life devotes,
As time flies by,
So short as momentary as a sigh,
I watch her learn, I watch her grow,
As all who walk by in her soul do sow,
Will I ever be able to always protect my child?
Keep her sweet, young and undefiled,
I know her passion not mild,
Her streaks like mine is so to live wild,
But a good heart in her I did implore,
This young girl a mother does so adore,
A mother only wishes she could be there every step of the way,
And help a daughter understand,
She knows the exact games life tends to play.
I am not a Mother. But I can only imagine this is how a mother feels.
