You don't know that I love you...
You're 18 and moving out today
To seek your freedom, you think-
To smoke, pierce, tattoo; No curfew.
You don't know that I love you...
Obscure to you are the times-
I worried you weren't getting enough to eat,
Or that I couldn't protect you from the world.
You don't know that I love you...
Forgotten by you are the times-
When in rebellion you'd run away,
In love I'd seek you safely home;
Of the dark crowd of friends you chose
Over the loving light that Jesus shows.
You don't know that I love you...
But do you remember-
When your words to me hurt so much,
In anger I'd spit them right back at you?
You still don't know that I love you...
But one day I hope you will.
~Love, Mom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem