Sweet child

Sweet child

A Poem by Seantesunflower

My daughter with eyes so bright
With a heart as pure as the sunlight

A product of the times that the youth face
A mothers fear when you fell from grace

Nearly have you come of age
But please listen to the advice thats sage

Where you are you will never heal
You will never know love thats real

Please try and remember why we left
And no matter what you think for you I just wanted the best

But where you are now is not a good place
And I fear that they will make your life a waste

They will use you in many ways
And when they are done they will throw you away

You know this dear daughter, how could you possibly forget?
The damage they caused and of all my regret

I don't understand please explain to me
To the person that caused the damage there you did flee

Life that way is not what its cracked up to be
They will play with you mind using their degrees

Not always can problems be solved by literature
But of a families love you can grow and mature

Sweet child of mine I can only pray
That you will see the error in your way

Your home is here where we all miss you so
Please come back home so you can grow

I know whats happening, through your friends so dear
They tell me of things that make us all fear

Your very sanity hangs by a thread
And at night I cry myself asleep fearing that you will be dead

The Christmas presents are all wrapped under the tree
But my present to you is a mothers plea

Come home to open arms ready to hold
Come back and don't stray...just please come home

© 2009 Seantesunflower


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Added on February 26, 2009

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Seantesunflower
Seantesunflower

Coalinga, CA



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I'm a simple yet complex person that strives for the simplicity in life. I believe in life is what you make of it even in the strictest of confinements and restrictions of what you really should be fr.. more..

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