2. Write a poem inspired by the last conversation you had with your child.
I called you my sensitive one, because you cried.
So many feelings going on inside.
I knew I could help you. “I’m her mom!” I said.
“I know everything going on in that little head!”
My life became a mission to make you smile
And to keep it planted there awhile.
I swung you and swayed you, swaddled and soothed you.
So many nights paced, patted and cooed you.
We baked and we chased, we sang and we raced.
If I could keep your life fun, it would stay on your face.
But the older you got, the less you were sleeping
How could I stop your worry from creeping?
Girls days spent shopping, quick errand hopping,
bubble gum popping, ice cream treat stopping.
Little dog walking, board games and hiding,
Trips to the zoo and weekends horse riding.
Reading new books and spoiling you rotten.
Praying your fears would soon be forgotten.
Crashing waves, mental health days,
Crawling through the dark by your side I lay.
I tried my girl, but there’s darkness brewing.
Nothing I can coax will keep you from stewing.
All these years later the tears are still steady.
I guess I thought you’d stop, when you were ready.
In silence I think back, did I do all I could do?
“You don’t help me”, you say. And then I cry too.
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