Dear God should I weep?
Or shall I whip her with a rod?
When my daughter is not listening to me.
It’s breaking me apart.
I did not falter in prayer in your altar,
To guide her steps, and make her a good kid.
I need your strength to carry out my duty.
As a mother, help me to be like you in love.
Let love be my way in correcting error,
Justice rather than breaking her heart.
Teach me to be a good mother,
Refrained me from lashing out.
How I wish you gave me an easier job.
But to give up, is to give up a child in the predator’s hand.
So teach me your way,
Like a father’s love.
I feel your heart Lord,
Love is tough,
Love is giving,
Even the last dropped of your blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Could so relate to this poem! There are times at night I dont sleep because of prayer! An inspired poem; D