cheryl davis miller

Rookie - 12 Points (2/26/57 / America)

A Mother's Heart - Poem by cheryl davis miller

The wonder of my little one
I use to look and see.
The amazing creature in my arms
who once lived inside me.

She looked with wonder back at me
as she took in all around.
With perfect face and perfect heart
she would seldom make a sound.

I watched as she began to grow
I ached with every mis-step.
I watched her grow away from me
and ohh God how I've wept.

There's naught that I can do my friend
except to watch and pray.
And trust somehow she will come home
to God and Mom someday.

So please don't try to comfort me
or think you're doing right.
When you come telling me about
what she did Friday night.

Your words, 'She was not raised that way'
do not comfort my heart.
And it is all that I can do
to not tear you apart.

You can not know a ' Mother's heart'
if you have not been one.
Save your concern for someone else
or else our friendships done.

There's naught that I can do my friend
except to watch and pray.
And trust somehow she will come home
to God and Mom someday.

c.d.m.9/26/10


Poet's Notes about The Poem

A part of life for a mother.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, October 28, 2013


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