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
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