A Letter from My Mother
Little girl, don't you give up now,
Unravel that quizzical brow.
Run like a roar, not with dread,
Stand tall, hold high your head.
Remember the words your mother said:
"O sweet daughter of mine,
Let the whole world see you shine,
Everything will be fine,
O sweet daughter of mine."
Become an alchemist,
See through the mist.
Turn the pain into your gain,
But don't let your heart wear a brain.
Keep the poems close you've read,
There's beauty and love just up ahead.
Though life may not be as it's said,
It's more than butter, more than bread.
Rise above the noise because you can,
Life is a journey, not a plan.
Have faith in Him,
Life won't feel so dim.
He loves you, sweet child, you radiant spark
So be gentle when life feels dark.
Be wild and free, go hug a tree,
Dance with the wind, just let it be.
Live with ease,
Listen to the honey colored bees.
Talk to the flowers,
Rest under the bowers.
Spend your hours
Smiling through the rain showers.
Carry on,
Look for dawn.
Every hurdle will be gone,
By the next morn.
Copyright ©
Anne Winter
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