This Daughter Of Mine Poem by chris schwartz

I can't be the martyr for what I have created
I can only be the mist
Spreading a soft,
Suppressing film
Over your soft skin
Nurturing it with the tenderness
And love
That only a mother knows.
The wounds
The deep wounds,
Of your childhood run deep
And the river of tears
Floods, sometimes,
I could never be your bank,
Though I built you with strong armor
To withstand
The current of an ocean.
You will feel
The warmth of my footprint
When you engage in the sands
Of summer
You will see the love
In my eyes
As the sunset falls,
As the seasons change
I will change, also,
But my love for you
Will not.
The clock ticks
Cruelly,
With no reason
Or forgiveness
To One's pain.
But in my eyes,
Time stands still
With you,
Sleeping peacefully
In my loving arms
As a newborn baby.
I love you,
Still the same.