UNTITLEDA Poem by Kate HAnother one for my son. Jakob, you hold not only a special place in my heart because you are my only son but also because you are my first born. I love you.
- You tiptoe on eggshells to keep from slipping through the crack. Times have changed, life is mean... I'd give almost anything to take it all back.
- You erase and delete your own memories after sailing through your day. It's wrenching to me from the inside out, to know you live this way. - You've learned to be so resilient, so grown up, wise and bold. I'm aware of the hell you're facing and also aware of the untold. - You're ridiculed for nothing more than simply being you. You hide, unseen, tucked away. What else are you to do? - You're wandering about, lost and left with hopes of being found. You're trying hard to keep your head up, while picking your knees up off the ground. - The types of thoughts that run through your head, others have no clue. You grasp the good that occasionally comes your way, for blessings seem so few. - Time drags on slowly as you wish it would hence fast but stand tall, hold your pride, keep pushing on until you make it to the top at last! © 2016 Kate H |
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Added on November 14, 2016 Last Updated on November 14, 2016 AuthorKate HVincent, ALAboutI'm the mother of the two best, most precious, rewarding things that could have ever happened to or been bestowed upon me and/or my entire existence. I adore my kids and since becoming a mother, I kno.. more..Writing
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