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Firstborn
by Diana Isham You came Tiny, premature. You were beautiful Strong, yet fragile. I wanted thento love you I was your mother! I was confused Thinking love came natural We struggled Yet grew. You, in stature Me, in love. At first it was hard Very hard! Many mistakes were made Impatience prevailed. I prayed often. For a better way to reach you. Time passed We fought. We learned. Growing in patience. You taught me much About love. You suffered most From my ignorant ways. For siblings that followed Your faltering course. Their path less cluttered You were their savior of sorts. Your spirit so valiant A brave volunteer For brothers and sisters Who someday will thank you For coming before them To show me the way! Love Forever Your Mother. Dear Friend, If you are desirous of reprinting this poem I would like to make a special request of you... I would be tremendously appreciative if you would you please take the time to let me know where and what posting or publication you will be posting or publishing it in. May God bless you with a wonderful day! I am a lover of good literature and music and am a writer of such (or at least I try to be). Among other things, I love to read and write poetry. I love people, and hope through my writings and otherwise, to be an influence for good in the lives of those whom I meet and come in contact with. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |