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Topic: Parent (11/16/06)
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TITLE: I Never Knew | Previous Challenge Entry
By Anita Neuman
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ADD TO MY FAVORITES
In health and mental strife
To birth some children, raise them,
And prepare them well for life
I never knew the sleeplessness
Would stretch from night to night,
Which then turns into weeks and months
With no relief in sight
I never knew my heart could break
To hear a toddler cry
When only for an hour or two,
I’d have to say “bye-bye”
I never knew such mental loss
At trying to contend
With someone who is two feet tall
And thinks the rules should bend
I never knew engulfing fear
Could stop me in my tracks
Until my child played “hide and seek”
‘Midst WalMart’s clothing racks
I never knew the work required
For birthday bash success
The invitations, food and games,
The treat bags and the mess!
I never knew what fortitude
My stomach would entail
When junior’s lunch resurfaced
And completely missed the pail
I never knew such depth of ire
Could make me act so wild
Until some ill-bred, heartless kid
Presumed to scare my child
I never knew the lack of rest
Vacation times would make,
And how all leisure disappears
When families take a “break”
I never knew such boundless joy
Could flood my very soul
Until my children turned from sin
And let God make them whole
But now I know, for I have done
What scores have done before.
And now I know to thank my mom
Each day forevermore.
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Could flood my very soul
Until my children turned from sin
And let God make them whole
AMEN!!! This is why I stear clear of poetry. I could never come close to writing this well. Excellent mechanics and a more than effective message delivered expertly. Another outstanding entry!!! God bless.
As I let the words soak in tonight, I am challenged to surrender the "angst" to Him while being ever so thankful for the mother He gave me.
Thank you for using your gift of pen, Anita.