She……….
She has so much more to worry about than me
She gives me love unconditionally
I seem to just wallow in self pity and strife
When I should be thankful she came into my life
I promise her strength and then fall apart
I should be more careful with her precious heart
Her journey is painful, I’m acting absurd
And I should support her with actions and words
When I am despondent and feel insecure
I should keep it inside me and yes, furthermore
I should be a rock for her brimming with pride
Not a child’s sandcastle destroyed by the tide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem