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To the Girl Who Made Her Cry~
Who would understand the challenges of a mother and the choices that her daughter (or son) makes? This poem quite expressed in free verse is an expression of a mother's loving sentiments and of her tender heart's longing for some answers from questions she doesn't even remember now, simply because the pain and the agony made her numb.
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'Though she hasn't seen you yet
You already have captured her heart.
The excitement was intense
When it was your time to show up.
Despite the pain and the agony
She kept calm and quietly prayed.
Half of her body was nearing death
And the other part was giving life.
She cried upon hearing your first cry
She looked at you with her heart racing fast.
Your tiny feet kicked, it was bliss
Your tiny lil’ fingers grasped her hands.
You’re a small wonder of life
Fresh from her flesh that she beseech.
A reflection of her entity indeed
The fruit of a more enduring love.
Now, so much has happened in this life,
She cannot forget the way you made her cry.
The nightly ritual will be forever in her head
The pain, the fear, the years and the tears.
Then you’re all grown up, you think you're ready to fly
Blinded by emotions you left without thinking a bit.
She only wish for a hug and a kiss
And perhaps a little bit more of time.
You made her cry when she first saw you
But those were tears of joy down her cheeks.
You caused her pain and then again,
But she'll endure it for the sake of love.
And 'though you didn’t give her the chance
To completely be the mother she ought to be.
Please know that in her heart, you will always be
The daughter she always wanted to have.
She drifted apart hoping you'd sincerely realize
See where you erred, come back to your senses.
She's forced to deal with a broken heart
Thus, go on with life with unembellished soul.
In the nest of hollowness, she wondered
Whatever happened to the girl she humbly raised.
For now she'll cherish whatever is left
Pray that you're safe 'til her glimmer is gone.
Copyright@CrisSp~TM / 11-2012. "The heart of my soul speaks to the soul of my heart by writing." ~
Other related hub by the author:
- Love: A Mother-Daughter Legacy
A mother and daughter relationship may be complex at times yet a special one. Here's a legacy from my mom that I am now passing on to my own daughters. Don't miss the video at the bottom of the hub.
Other Poems By the Author:
- Grace of November ( A Poem)
The grace of November comes with gray skies and pouring rain, grief and discomfort and all that mess. But, this is simply a passage of time and all will be well in just a matter of time.
- When Darkness Reigns~
Dug from an old journal, this was written during one of the author's moments of longing and feeling of desolation. That moment has long been buried but the diary remains.
© 2012 CrisSp