Sarah

I knew little of children
They frighten me 
But as one grew inside of me
My anticipation grew as well
Bothersome yet, playful
She'd sleep for hours
It drove me mad
Always thinking the worst
I talk and sing
To this child of mine 
A face I had not yet met
But a name I gave
Sarah-The Strong
And my princess
To this world she came screaming
And scared to death
I was trembling
Also scared to death
They gave Sarah to me
Clearly dazed, I questioned 
How do I keep from breaking her
And what do I do next
We'll get through this
Together Sarah

M. Lyn Church 
April 16, 2016

childrenmommothermother daughterfree verse

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