Words From a Mother

Your hands are so tiny Your nails a creamy pink You love to sit beside me In silence, as I think You crave more of me And I yearn for more of you The world you have yet to see Pending adventures will accrue I envy the innocence you carry And admire, your heart so pure Yet for some reason, you envy me It seems so very absurd I adore your honest nature You would have it, no other way So many emotions that you stir All I can do is pray Pleading for a hardened heart As the the world's tornado draws you in Corrupting a work of art With a strong and deceiving wind I'll make sure your roots are planted Firmly in the ground So, when the earth has ranted You can still hear my sound