My Child

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    My Child

    My Child

    My child, when I first laid eyes on you,
    I knew I had a very precious gift.
    You were so tiny and helpless in my arms,
    I was full of love and a lot of fears.
    I was worried about being a good mother.
    I wanted everything to be perfect for you.
    As you grew, so did all my fears.
    I watched with wonder as you walked.
    I loved to hear you when you talked.
    Now with passing year you change.
    I realize I can never be perfect in raising you.
    I hope I show you the important things.
    Like love, understanding, patience and care.
    Life was much easier when you were little.
    However, as you grow older I love you more.
    With every passing day you get wiser.
    I see your kindness, tenderness, love and cheer.
    You are clever, smart, tough and wise.
    You are all I had hoped for and more.
    As you grow, you always keep me on my toes.
    I know you must follow your dreams.
    My only wish for you, is for you to always be happy.
    If nothing else, there is something you must know;
    I love you no matter where you go or what you do.
    Last thing I want to say is "Thank you, for just being you".

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    Miressi commented on My Child

    02-23-2009

    Gorgeous as always, woman. And Silly, Rae.. this is who it is.. it's about all her monsters :P

    destro commented on My Child

    02-21-2009

    This joint was heartfelt for every parent!! I dug it alot! Shared it with my wife, I even have to admit, I read it to my 4 year old.

    Rae commented on My Child

    02-21-2009

    Beautiful poem! To which child are you refering, too??

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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