To My Son
To my baby,
If only words could convey
the ebb and flows I face each day.
Weak in strength, as emotions overflow,
Even through the struggle,
It’s a joy to watch you grow.
For you, my dear, I would bear twice the strife,
If it would spare you some trouble in this fickle life.
I want to be a safe place for you to rest,
Where you can always feel loved, happy, and blessed.
But if you can sense my moments of sadness
or physical pains,
I pray you can also feel the love that sustains.
I won’t be perfect, though I'll always try,
And even if every day I cry,
Know there is courage behind my tears,
Faith that surpasses all my fears.
The Lord is with us, our constant guide.
In Him, our trust and hope abide.
Please don’t hold on to my sorrow or temper.
Let it be resilience and grace you remember.
Take the best of me, and make it your own,
I pray above all else, my love for you is always felt and known.
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