I wasn’t there to hold you tight, when dangerous things went bump in the night
I wasn’t there to give you kisses, to hear your heart, to learn your wishes
I wasn’t there to protect you from harm, I was too busy with a man on my arm
And now as I grow, I still watch you suffer…from having a mom who used to be another.
I’m sorry for being so awkward and weird, for not SEEING you , even when you are near
I’m sorry for my past and my present too, for Facebook and Phones and my twisted rear view.
I AM SO proud of the woman you are, my sweet daughter, you’ve come so far!
Thank you for being patient, and true,for brightness and laughter and just being you!
Thank you for sadness and feeling pain..as your growing mother walks through the rain.
I know that I fail, where you are concerned, and I’m sorry for all the times you had to get burned.
Please, sweet daughter, know my heart.. you were precious to me from the very start! All I pray for you, my love…is that you know fullness from God up above.
The things that I do are always in love…I only want to help you fly like a dove.
I’m so sorry for wounding you and not being enough. I’m sorry I’m awkward and many times rough.
I AM PROUD, off all that you are, I will ALWAYS be here, like a shining star!
I know I’m not perfect but love you I do, and I hope to always see you through.
Thank you for grace and love and stuff…
A Mother , whose awkward and rough.