I'm sorry that I won't ever be able to give you all the things you deserve.
And I'm sorry that I'm bringing you into a cold and ugly world
where you will be beaten, broken, and sometimes feel lonely.
And I'm sorry for bringing you here without your consent.
I'm sorry for all the times you will ask me "Mommy, please?"
and all the times I have to tell you no.
For all the days you won't want to even crawl out of bed.
And all the nights you will cry yourself to sleep.
I'm sorry ahead of time if our family is screwed up
or we aren't exactly what you were expecting.
I'm sorry for the things I cannot give you
and all the bad habbits you'll inherit.
I'm sorry the only thing I own,
the only thing I can promise,
the only thing I can give you,
is love.
And I hope that it's enough.
A contest entry
- Four years and counting.... by LionessK.
600 points, ended April 30, 2007, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
Indeed... love can be enough.
This is a touching write..straight from the heart as poetry and life should be. Thank you for entering my contest.
~Kristy
-
It's enough
Perhaps he/she will inherit your inordinate good looks, uncanny sense of intuition, culinary genius and fine penmanship as well...
( 
)
Kj
Adding your comment:
