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Mothers Hope
When I was just three feet tall,
A pen
mark lined my height on the wall,
Toys were
real and special friends,
How I long for those
times again.
Laughter and smiles and
fairytales,
Crayons and colorful dreams,
Little girls with their "Prince Charming",
Pretended they were queens.
But as time
goes on the illusions fade,
A winter moves
across ones soul,
You sit and ask "Who am I",
Life's disappointments take their toll.
"Where are my toys,"We ask . . .
"Have you seen my prince?" . . .
Was I really
once that small?
Confused and dazed we withdraw
within,
Alone we start to fall.
The weight of living feels so great,
A burden
not befit a beast,
Then a miracle begins to
happen,
When we're about to accept defeat.
It's as if the blind begin to see again,
The deaf hear birds in song,
Through
the love of our small children,
We take
control of our lives , and begin to fix what has gone
wrong.
Once again we can see bright
fairytales,
Toy soldiers march to a make believe drum,
Humming birds fly in fields of green,
Alive in the spring of our young . . .
Through God's hand unfolds the master plan,
Of
which we never know our part,
But as long as I
have my children,
Happiness will always fill my
heart.
I am who I think I am,
A
friend . . . A parent . . . An inspiration.
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Dedicated to All the Mothers who
suffered from an unfair life of abuse and through courage
and strength gave their children a fighting chance at
a better life.
"Mothers Hope" written and
copyright protected (c) Russell Scott Steven Andersen 1995
all rights reserved
For
other poems of inspiration dealing with healing and
personal loss please visit http://home.earthlink.net/~spyder500/imagineland.htm
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