Another Poem about my difficult child....

Andrea Danielle

New Member
but this could probably tell the story of many of your difficult child's as well. This is the second poem that I have posted written by my mom about our son. This one really makes me cry...

The illusion

Oh savage beast,
You did suddenly appear.
Eyes blazing,
Ready to devour me, your prey.
I hear you roar,
What magic must I perform,
To make you go away?

Something stirs, inside of me,
I calm it and let it be,
As I try desperately,
To put magic, in the words I say,
As a pattern, weaves it's way,
To close a curtain, on your rage.
I watch, the curtain opens,
Magic
I have turned a page,
The tiger he has gone,
He changed, into a little boy,
Another battle won.

I look into his tearful eyes and see,
A mind struggling, longing to be free,
From driving forces, deep inside,
Helpless, fearful, he tries to hide.
Yet, in his struggle, he is not alone,
We search to find him,
And bring him home.

M.M.
 
Oh Andrea. My heart is breaking. Your mom seems to really capture what our kids must be going through.

Yup. That could be any of our difficult children.

:crying:
 

totoro

Mom? What's a difficult child?
Andrea-
your Mom is awesome!!! She has talent and knows your boy... very touching.
I hope you are doing well and he is OK on his medications... been thinking about you guy's.
 

Alisonlg

New Member
:crying: Wow. Brought me right to tears. That's my M in a nutshell. I dealt with the tiger today in fact...out of nowhere.

Thank you for sharing.
 

branbran

New Member
WOW - that is powerful!!! The hairs on the back of my neck are standing straight up. My eyes are filled with tears. You are right - that does describe most of our children. Your mom is an awesome writer and how sweet, she knows your difficult child so well.

Thanks for sharing. :smile:
 

Andrea Danielle

New Member
Thanks for your feedback everyone!
I forwarded your kind comments to my mom. She is amazed that her poem can have such an affect on people.

Glad you found it moving!

Andrea
 
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