Andrea Danielle
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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.
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.