Who knows heartache better than a Mother, as she sends you off to school. She knows its the beginning of you leaving her, trying to find your way into the world on your own.
Who knows heartache better than a Mother, as she holds her sick child. As her child cries tears, she kisses away their fears.
Who knows heartache better than a Mother, as she watches you lose someone you love. Pulling you close in an embrace, there need not be any words -you both cry together.
Oh this wise woman, knows the meaning of heartache, what it means to lose, but oh- what it means to love. Her heart ached many nights, for you.
Who knows heartache better than a Mother. She still waits up for you, worrying about you, even though you are grown and have children of your own now.
Who knows heartache better than a Mother, and who knows her love better than another. For it is her daughter, that always has a friend in her Mother. She now knows the same heartache, as her heart breaks for her own child- her only Son.
Cradled in my Mother’s arms,
my little fingers reaching out for Papa’s.
Daddy’s scratchy beard,
tickles my soft newborn skin,
as he leans in to kiss me.
Daddy’s little girl.
No matter what age I am still.
The light is passed on-
trying to care for my Son,
Like my Parents still continue
to care for us.
The most loving Grandparents
anyone could have,
still the best Mom and Dad.
My Son- Jan 16, 2013 @ 9 weeks
Hoped for you before you were thought of,
Loved you before I knew you,
Believed in you before you made your appearance.
We loved you,
Hoped for you
And believed in you,
Before you were even here.
On a prayer,
and still are,
I found some old poetry I wrote. I wrote this while I was in an abusive relationship that lasted on and off for seven years. I wrote this shortly before I left the abuser and found my husband. I guess when you pray real hard and hope that Mr. Right is out there, you find him. For all those women that are in an abusive relationship. I once was you. Please let go. There is a better person waiting out there for you.
Love Birds Cry
I’m like a bird that crys for help,
with no one to save me.
I’m used and abused,
then throwen away when I am no longer useful anymore.
I’m a rare and beautiful sight to behold,
but not something that can be loved and adored.
I’m shot at,
day after day because some man wants me for his trophy case.
Then I fly away.
some beautiful love bird will catch me.
Someone that will love and adore me,
cherish and hold me.
Forever and always.
The men that hurt me,
will fade slowly,
untill they disappear.
Into the forest.
A dark forest filled with nothing but
pain, hurt, loneliness, that will last forever.
As I am living my beautiful dream.
With a love that will last an eternity.