by Metta Mo
Raising Children after leaving my abuser has not been the easiest thing to do, because I am still in the process of healing and recovery, I often get wrapped up in so many things in attempts to just hold it together and keep some sort of stability for all of us that I don’t always remember to tell them just how much they mean to me. This is for my three boys.
While I can never undo all that we have been through, thank you for being blessings. I don’t do everything right and yet you love me anyway. Please know I love you too more than words can ever really express. But with this poem to you, I tried my best to express it. Love All three of you, may you take what you need out of this individually. And always remember to Keep God first as you grow, He will never leave you.
I see you my sweet child
The inner workings of your soul
Please cherish being youthful
Why rush into growing old
Run, and jump and play
While life is still carefree
Don't be in such a hurry
Time will take you there
For now you need not worry
It is my job to care.
Your job is to be happy
so slow down and simply breathe
Count the stars, spin wildly in the night air, dance underneath the moon
these days won’t last forever
don’t grow up too soon.
Please know that in my correction
lies the purest form of love
I just want you to be better, to laugh and smile and live.
I am far from perfect but
it’s the best I have to give.
Sweet child let the light of hope
Return in your eyes
Please remember that I love you
and every morning when you rise
Take it with you always, keep it
all throughout your years
your mother’s love
it is eternal, lasting long after I’m not here.
Rachel Everhart RN