To my daughter who is beautiful
And sincere in every way
And always opens her heart to me
When I’ve had an awful day.
To my daughter who has more faith in me
Than any person that I know
And would always follow me
Where ever I may choose to go.
To my daughter who has a precious heart
Big enough to heal us all
And though at times she is moken
You will never see her fall.
She holds more inner courage
Than any little girl should
And if asked to move a mountain
I have no doubt she could.
At times I know she’s troubled
But to this she won’t confess
She tries to be the strong one
And settles for nothing less.
Sometimes I feel she’s hardened
Her tiny soul has seen enough
And I fear sometimes she might feel lonely
In her great efforts to be tough.
I just want to tell her
That it’s okay to be afraid
And crying isn’t a bad thing
That’s why tears were made.
— My mom wrote this for me when I was in 3rd grade. She’s been a meth addict my whole life and when I found this poem i knew she loved and understood me and I can’t explain how important this poem is to me (via ablogfortwolovers)