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Through A Mother's Eyes

Updated: Mar 31

I pray for you. I always have and I always will.


I prayed for you to come into my life,

I prayed the moment you were born.

I prayed when we took of the training wheels,

I prayed when you left the house for your first sleepover.


I have prayed, more than you know.

I have prayed for you in the milestones,

I have prayed for you valleys.


To me, you will alway be my child -

The one who heard my heartbeat from the inside of my own body.

Through all of the first's - I held your hand. I cheered you on. I wiped the tears...


But other's, they don't see you this way.

They are quick to label you -

a waste, an addict, good for nothing, no-one.

They avoid eye contact, because you are subhuman.

But you aren't, you are my child.

Sober you is your sister's protector, your brother's playmate.


Your court date approached. - I spoke to your court appointed lawyer.

"XYZ needs help, they are agreeing to go. Please. Ask the judge"

"Miss, there is no better rehab than jail. Jail is a poor man's rehab"


Systemic Failure.

Simply put.


I advocate for you, even when you aren't doing the right things.

I fight the system, because every human deserves to be acknowledged as such.


Through it all, I pray for you.

You may not see it, but. I am still here, holding your hand.

I am waiting for you to come out on the other side, holding onto hope.

You see, hope is a powerful thing. I serve God, who is hope - and He has more planned for you.


So for now, I wipe my tears, and fight the exhaustion. Because this time, just might be different.



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