I love my daughter
I love my daughter.
With every tear and every rage, I love my daughter.
I no longer know what to do to help her and I no longer have the resources to get help for her. But I love my daughter.
I cannot reach her. She will not listen.
I cannot touch her. She will not feel.
I cannot hear her. She does not speak words I can understand.
I love my daughter.
My heart breaks for and with her.
My hands long to hold her and guide her.
My voice longs to sing her praises.
My head searches for the secret key that will unlock all understanding.
I love my daughter.
I love my daughter.
I love my daughter.
posted by The Warbler | 4/29/2006 09:04:00 PM
1 Comments:
Warbler, dear.
Your love, frustation, and heartache are so evident here.
I offer what I can: my thoughts and prayers for both you and your daughter as you go through these days.
As the old Spiritual song encourages:
Hold on,
Hold on,
Keep your eyes on the Prize.
Hold on.
living for peace and love
M
Post a Comment
<< Home