Today my baby screamed in pain,
her teeth were coming in.
Will it ever end, I thought.
I need a break, I just can't win.
My son stood on the chairs today;
he refused to go to sleep.
He ran in the house all day long.
I'm so fed up I'd like to weep.
My oldest girl is talking back,
eight years without a clue.
She's disrespectful and won't sit straight.
What's a tired Mother of three to do?
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Today my baby screamed in pain;
her teeth were brittle and falling out.
Will her pain ever end, I cried.
Soon fate will wipe away our doubt.
I long to hear my baby screams
for teeth pushing through.
I long to hold her to my heart.
I know just what to do.
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My son was hit by a car today;
he finally fell forever asleep.
He'll never run through the house again.
Those precious footsteps swept to deep.
I want my son to stand on chairs.
to run will laughter through the day.
I long to smile as he dances
with brightness that takes my breath away.
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My oldest girl will never talk,
she'll never learn to read.
She won't sit straight, or sit at all.
Her lifeless eyes make my heart bleed.
I long to hear my oldest girl,
speak with words that allow her to be real.
I long to encourage her inner faith,
and praise her growing need to feel.
~ ~ ~
If only I could turn back time
and see how much they're worth.
If only all my love for them
could melt the bitter truths on earth.
inspired by Moonshine and my 3 little stars.
Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians
Native American prayer
[This message has been edited by christies heart (edited 02-27-2000).]