A teen Mom I loved you, before you were born.
I had to grow up fast it wasn’t about me. Only thinking of a better life with you.
My child you mean the world to me, this poem celebrates you.
The day you were born Heaven opened and spoke-then there were you, an angel.
Innocent, precious and new…
As you grew to use your wings to soar.
Then there were you, my child. I would know you anywhere.
Your smile sweetly warms my heart.
Your eyes sparkle brighten my day.
Your touch gently soothes me.
Your smell invigorates emotions in my soul.
Your voice calmly gives me peace.
Was all uniquely you.
Along the way I lost my way. Please forgive me. Daddy hitting Mommy is never okay.
It was not your fault. My child, you always deserve the best that I have.
Then there was you, the diamond in my eyes and me broken and bruised.
Because of me, so were you experiencing my pain. No one-including you and me deserves to be treated less than the best.
It was never your fault.
I am responsible for you, my child. It’s not your fault you couldn’t save me.
Forgiveness is for us.
Then there were you with me. I love you, my child.
By Denise Marie Hardnett
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