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When you feel that you are getting nowhere ... |
| I don't know how to help, what to do. She cries that no one understands, And pushes away my helping hands And I am left without a clue. I tell her that she has all my heart And that I will always be there. But, still, she thinks that I do not care And the sweetness we had will now depart. She is my first-born, precious child. I know that I have made mistakes. Her actions, across my heart, are rakes Tearing me up, as she acts so wild. I tuck around her a soft, warm fleece, These things I pray, for my little waif, Let her be happy, healthy and safe. Please, God, give her comfort and peace. I brush her fringe and kiss her soft cheek. She is the most wonderful gift. I need to heal this widening rift, A joining of hearts is what I seek. She opens her eyes, and smiles at me. Still half asleep, she whispers low Everything that I need to know - "Love you Mum." And my heart soars free. |