MY
CHILD-MY CHILD
My heartstrings cry for you.
Don’t you turn your back on me
With language less than mild.
My son, my son
I’ve done all that I can.
How do I instill your worth inside?
When it’s me that you shun.
My daughter, my daughter
You close your ears to me.
I only hope the best your way
As your peers, your heart, they
slaughter.
I will never understand you.
Why am I such a bore?
You shoot these words with nails at
me.
None of them are true.
I loved you the moment I felt you.
I will love you past my grave.
You are my precious child.
I will always love you.
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My Child
by Stephanie Daich
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