It's important to me, because you're mine
I want you to be okay, I keep telling myself it's nothing
Pray
I watch you run, I watch you fall
You get up and try again, and I hurt for you
It doesn't hurt you say, and I hear you trying to reassure me
The frustration mounts, and tears well up beneath
I want to know why, I want a plan
Deep breath
Pray
Cry
Embrace a hug from a friend, compose myself
Hear your voice over the phone, laugh, smile, blow you kisses goodnight
Pray
I'll do my best not to worry, for it accomplishes nothing
Sleep tight my son
-
I've been on a silent journey For a year, I explained the pain and weakness away, it was the gardening or hormones or in my hea... -
It doesn’t discriminate There is not one age, social status, family model or culture it attacks For it cares not of its victims ... -
This is a face forever altered in wrinkles and worry lines These eyes have been bled dry of tears and yet they still cry This ... -
My Sunday looks a lot like yours. The outfit is never quite right then I get toothpaste on my shirt (just me?) The kids are arguing about... -
Dear Baby Girl (you're gone) -- You would be five, but your body never was and instead you're just a beautiful soul I don... -
The house is hurriedly swept, papers stashed, candles that smell of cookies lit, laundry hidden away, dinner inhaled - dishes entombed, and... -
My sweet sisters, You proudly proclaim God as sovereign and Lord and resign to His timing in so much of your life, But, concer... -
How do you prepare a heart to ache Or ready arms for emptiness Because too soon she will be far away Her hugs and wild hair Her ... -
The word rolled off her tongue and I was frozen I couldn't have just heard what my brain is telling me I heard Not from her, Beautifu... -
Being a nurse was always where my heart was set So all the Sunday dinners I missed I can not regret Because caring for others' hurts, ...
No comments:
Post a Comment