Calm
When I sit here and wonder about my life
I wonder am I going to be a good wife
I wonder if I am going to be a good mom
I know I need to stay calm
Calm when he throws fits
smacks, bites and hits
Calm I know he cannot talk yet
Three is coming and love has kept
When I sit here and watch him grow
I know I got a lot to show
He has a form of austism and still goes to school and plays
We make memories each and all days
Calm as I whisper in his ear
I enjoy being mom each and every year
Calm when he cries and goes to sleep
All I know is my love he will keep.
Rachel Thibeault
August 2010
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