Musings by The Poet Loriet
Mother's Prayer
Self-esteem
encased in egg shell,
searching eyes.
Will you love me
and nurture me
even as I disappoint you?
I don't mean to...
It just happens.
A tear slides down
your sweet pink cheek
as I embrace you.
Yes, my sweet child...
for that is a mother's job,
and the reward?
I ask nothing more
than to watch you blossom
and for a strong outer shell,
but thin enough
that precious you
shines through!
Lori Beal
encased in egg shell,
searching eyes.
Will you love me
and nurture me
even as I disappoint you?
I don't mean to...
It just happens.
A tear slides down
your sweet pink cheek
as I embrace you.
Yes, my sweet child...
for that is a mother's job,
and the reward?
I ask nothing more
than to watch you blossom
and for a strong outer shell,
but thin enough
that precious you
shines through!
Lori Beal
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Mother`s Prayer
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