You are my child,
given to me by some miracle
that I cannot comprehend
I was worthy of.
You've come and blessed my life.
You are my world.
Whatever I've known as my own
now shared willingly
and freely with you.
You've come and opened my heart.
You are my hope,
in a world that's so unforgiving;
in your eyes I see promise
of better things yet to come.
You've come and filled me with joy.
You are my happiness
personified, yet lit even brighter
and with unimaginable beauty
created in God's light.
You've come and saved my soul.
You are my love, unconditional
whether it is given or received
and have given me complete
and utter trust in your life.
You've come and given me ambition.
For all these things
You have given me,
I have become a better soul
For this I do promise you
my love forever,
and ever to become more like you.
read my ' don't go and leave them'. the children is my lives!
dear lee, it feels good to be accepted for what you are. and one gets that only from those who really love us like our mom, dad and spouse, children. good write keep this up.
Lee this is a stunning poem about a mother's love for her child. Brilliant. Top marks and thank you for sharing it my friend. David
New to Poem Hunter. Wow! This is a beautifully worded poem. I think every Mother should read this poem out loud to her child(ren) at least once in their lifetime. Very special indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself and though they come through you, yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love, but not your thoughts. for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies, but not their souls. For their souls live in the land of tomorrow which you may not visit, even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them. But seek not to make them like you, for life goes not backward, nor tarries with yesterday.' Your beautiful poem reminded me of these words from Gibran's The Prophet, which I have typed here from memory. You share the wonder and joy of motherhood with great humility and heart-felt tenderness in this very special poem. love, Allie xxxx