Andrea Danielle
New Member
My mother wrote this poem for my son, it makes me cry.
I had to share as I am sure it sounds like your difficult child's too:
Liam
A spirit wild and free,
Brown eyes capture me,
Loving, funny, heart of gold.
Shy, innocent, mask of bold,
Valiant warrior, mighty king,
In fantasy, everything.
A spark ignites with a roar,
A raging fire, he is at war.
Calm again, it all passed by,
Tears, relief, a gentle sigh.
A smile, all is well,
Falling, falling under his spell.
Whose face in him can I see?
My eyes search the man, he will be.
Time will lead him, to that day.
For now little boy, please stay.
M.M.
I had to share as I am sure it sounds like your difficult child's too:
Liam
A spirit wild and free,
Brown eyes capture me,
Loving, funny, heart of gold.
Shy, innocent, mask of bold,
Valiant warrior, mighty king,
In fantasy, everything.
A spark ignites with a roar,
A raging fire, he is at war.
Calm again, it all passed by,
Tears, relief, a gentle sigh.
A smile, all is well,
Falling, falling under his spell.
Whose face in him can I see?
My eyes search the man, he will be.
Time will lead him, to that day.
For now little boy, please stay.
M.M.