Rolling down my cheek
Came tears of sheer despair
From what had happened early on
From my child, who’d lost control?
Screams of hatred
Words of death
Though calm, at last
Were daggers with fiery breath?
Now repentent, tranquil peace
Once more upon this earth
Reflective action o’er what had been
Brought these tears
Now rolling down my cheeks.
Shoulders, strong and powerful
Gentle giant of mine, soo strong,
Much needed reassurance
To help me carry on.
Though character, sweet and kind
Knowledge too tells me
Blame, it’s not her fault,
Conditions are now at hand
Here, simply just out of reach.
As any loving parent
Whose child has special needs,
Can say beyond a doubt
They always bring us love,
And hope.
© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2012
Poignant and genuinely moving.