This girl, she rocks my world.
Here with hands on hips
and pout on lips
she looks to me for guidance.
Why do I struggle?
Why do I find it so hard
to help
to comfort
to find the words
to show her how much I love her?
Why is it so hard to sit
and be present
to her unhappiness?
For she is just like me.
In her, I see what I have longed to be
creative and strong
with determined, sassy soul.
So much to be brought out and nurtured.
Hold steady.
For in your strength
will she find hers.
For here, inside me
is she.
Inspired by word prompts from Liz, my Ollie Mae, a little girl, and the beautiful open hearts that surrounded me at Create Magic 2011.
You dear brave loving mother... I love this poem more than you know. You are a phenomenal woman and a beautiful soul. Missing you so much and keeping you close.
ReplyDeleteDanielle xo
oh Janna! i am so happy you posted this. i loved reading (hearing) it again, you sweet sweet mama, what a gift you are to your Ollie Mae. thank you for sharing this. xo
ReplyDeleteYou inspire me in so many ways. You are an amazing person and parent. Sending you big, big love!
ReplyDeletebeautiful.
ReplyDeletei told bryce about sitting there listening as you read
these words. with tears streaming down my face. simply
because in your words i saw my own daughter and how
the two of us struggle. it was a gift.
I love it!
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