How can my love run so deep
Yet also make we want to run away and weep?
You started so small and fragile
Grew bigger with the cutest giggle.
Newfound voice and innocence
To a mother is absolute bliss.
This love so strong
I wanted it prolonged
Creation number two then came along.
You started so small and fragile
Grew bigger with the cutest giggle.
Newfound voice and innocence
To a mother is absolute bliss.
Why stop at two
For that is so few?
To make a perfect world
We should try for a girl.
So our third creation
Brought us our perfection.
Things were great for so long
Then a day comes along
Everyone seems mad
Everyone seems sad.
How do we go back to what we had?
It is the time for cars
Staring at girls from afar
Oh, and the female nature
She has a voice so loud and hateful.
All my beautiful little creations
Have changes happening.
We are running on hope
That one day it will all seem a joke.
My mind races with insecurity....
Do we have enough money
For all my bees to make their honey?
Have I done what is best
On this day that has put me to the test?
Will they grow to have strong morals?
Will they love with great depth?
Choose compassion over hatred?
A few of the things for which I am uncertain .
Day after day after day
Things only seem to grow harder.
Sometimes a find myself in a corner
Hiding away
So the tears I she'd
Will not put questions in their heads.
How can my love run so deep
Yet also make me want to run away and weep?.....
Most days now I find myself just wanting to be alone.
Does this make me unworthy
Of these beautiful creatures?
How do I make these feelings stop?
How did it all turn to displeasure?
How can my love run so deep
Yet also make me want to run away and weep?.....
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- Comment from author about the poem: As a parent we can never be prepared for or predict what life will bring us. Some periods of parenting are complete bliss but there are times that are not. This was written during one of the most difficult points of our patenting thus far. All we can do is pray that we are doing our best!
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Comments4
Yes. You hit the nail on the head. They come back, though, and realize as parents you love and care for them forever! It is a tough, tough job! Wonderfully put! I can surely relate!
Thanks, definitely the hardest job ever!
Great write
Thank you!
Welcome
sounds like you have teenage heartburn. It will pass if you love them and they know it, you'll be fine and so will they! Good luck!
Love more than anything! Thanks so much!
This is beautiful. Heartbreaking and honest.
~Johanna
Thank you!
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