for my daughter
Once, when I was solemnly sad,
you gave me your toy rabbit to cuddle;
told me to tell him my troubles,
so he could share the load.
& when we have argued
& we hide in
separate, remote rooms,
you wait a little while
then sneak in softly, quietly
with my slippers.
You bring me them
my fair lady;
a sweet peace offering,
a comfort thing.
But, when you’re sad,
I tell you to pass it to me.
I take all of your sadness
in the palm of my hand
& say it belongs to me now;
that I’ll add it to all of mine
& you can be happy.
If only that were true,
I would always do that for you
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Comments3
Beautiful and relatable
Ah thank you ❤️
I wasn't sure about this one - I think it could use some work x
Lovely words ))
Thank you my dear ❤️
'I take all of your sadness
in the palm of my hand
& say it belongs to me now'..
what more can a loving parent do? but sacrifice themselves for their child's - chance, at happiness...
as a child to two selfless immigrant parents,
I read your words and hold back the tears, knowing
they deserve so much more...
All, loving parents do!
thank you, dear Poetess
thank you!
Ah thank you, that's lovely my friend ❤
It's all any parent can do & still never enough. I'm sure your parents must be infinitely proud
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