Florida's Foreverly Shores
My Precious Child
I gaze at you my precious child
and cradle you close to me.
I love you for the person you will become,
not just who I want you to be.
I will try my best to guide you
and release you without a qualm.
No matter where you go,
you'll find my outstretched palm.
As you gain your balance,
I am not afraid to let you go.
With the proper guidance planted,
you will return, I know.
I'll gently release your hand
as you approach each new roads' bend.
For God only made me your mother,
YOU made me your friend.
~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~