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"

To my daughter who is beautiful
And sincere in every way
And always opens her heart to me
When I’ve had an awful day.

To my daughter who has more faith in me
Than any person that I know
And would always follow me
Where ever I may choose to go.

To my daughter who has a precious heart
Big enough to heal us all
And though at times she is moken
You will never see her fall.

She holds more inner courage
Than any little girl should
And if asked to move a mountain
I have no doubt she could.

At times I know she’s troubled
But to this she won’t confess
She tries to be the strong one
And settles for nothing less.

Sometimes I feel she’s hardened
Her tiny soul has seen enough
And I fear sometimes she might feel lonely
In her great efforts to be tough.

I just want to tell her
That it’s okay to be afraid
And crying isn’t a bad thing
That’s why tears were made.

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My mom wrote this for me when I was in 3rd grade. She’s been a meth addict my whole life and when I found this poem i knew she loved and understood me and I can’t explain how important this poem is to me (via ablogfortwolovers)

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ablogfortwolovers:

i really like maybe THOUGHT of romantic stuff and being sweet and what not but when the time comes for those things to ACTUALLY happen im just too awkward to embrace the moment

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"

To my daughter who is beautiful
And sincere in every way
And always opens her heart to me
When I’ve had an awful day.

To my daughter who has more faith in me
Than any person that I know
And would always follow me
Where ever I may choose to go.

To my daughter who has a precious heart
Big enough to heal us all
And though at times she is moken
You will never see her fall.

She holds more inner courage
Than any little girl should
And if asked to move a mountain
I have no doubt she could.

At times I know she’s troubled
But to this she won’t confess
She tries to be the strong one
And settles for nothing less.

Sometimes I feel she’s hardened
Her tiny soul has seen enough
And I fear sometimes she might feel lonely
In her great efforts to be tough.

I just want to tell her
That it’s okay to be afraid
And crying isn’t a bad thing
That’s why tears were made.

"

My mom wrote this for me when I was in 3rd grade. She’s been a meth addict my whole life and when I found this poem i knew she loved and understood me and I can’t explain how important this poem is to me

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"

She smiles and she laughs, but can you see into her?
Pass the bright eyes and blissful talk of the future?

If you could just see what she feels inside, you’d see the raging storm.
She’s broken and hurting, and no one really knows what she’s fighting for.

The pain subsides momentarily, and all seems well- even to her;
But surely as there is day and night, her demons come to devour her.

Sneakily, they weaken her in the gruesome fight.
She aches with the bruises of a past life.

There are memories that crumble her,
Words that will never leave her,
People that never apologized to her,

And she is hurting.
However, she is prideful.
Her loved ones boast of her strength and endurance.
Even she commends her own ability to forgive.

She will never allow them to see her stumble, crash, or fall.
And through her smiles, jokes, and laughs- she will fool them all.

"
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"You need to love someone who still kisses your neck even though they have kissed it for the last 800 days.
Be with someone who still holds your hand even though they have held it 100 times before."

ablogfortwolovers (via ablogfortwolovers)

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