Good Grief #PittHopkinsSyndrome #MightyPoets
I’m sorry that I grieve for you while you sit in front of me
I’m sorry there’s another you, that only I can see
She runs and plays and talks for days
She drives her sister crazy
She hates goodbyes and screams and cries
when sister calls her lazy
I’m sorry that I mourn for you when I put you to bed at night
I’m sorry there’s another you, who I watch sleep in evening’s light
She sweetly dreams of trees and streams
she’ll run through when she wakes
She soaks up the day with the games she will play
And every grand risk she takes
I’m sorry that I weep for you while I hold you against my chest
I’m sorry there’s another you, who would probably protest
She is getting too large to want mommy in charge
She insists on making her own choices
She always complains when mama takes the reins
with her loudest oh loudest of voices
I’m sorry my heart breaks for you, oh my sweetest girl, I know.
I know you are my only you, I’ve watched you learn and grow
You play best you can, and talk with your hands,
You bring your sister annoyance and joy.
You soak up the day in your very own way
You smile at every cute boy.
Your list of “can’ts” could fill all of France
Your “won’ts” may be even longer
Yet each day you fight with all of your might
You make all who love you feel stronger
And so maybe my grief is a strange kind of relief
A chance to glimpse the girl who might have been you
When daydreams fade I feel, I can see you for real
Not an illusion but my daughter, imperfect and true.