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My child, grow as you would hope to be.
I am here, washing the dirty linen
and the soiled clothes thinking of you.
Who can tell? That the world in the future,
its circumstances be better. But I pray
that you may have the strength to face
each day with courage and dignity-
of choosing what is true and honest.
Defending what is right over wrong,
uncompromising to the virtues that I
am going to teach you. Please listen.
I am not the best and I am not perfect.
And I dream for you my child, a life anew.
Realizing the chance to fulfill the purposes
destined for you. Keeping steer of the pitfalls
I have done. Make a difference of your own.
Striving the very best that you can.
Standing up for what you believe in.
Though you may fall, there will always be
a chance to pick yourself up, to stand again.
Never quit. Never fear. God be with you.
And I hope you learn from my mistakes.
The misjudgment I did when I was
once a child like you. Growing up too.
Through my adulthood, deciding to love
another being and brought you along
amidst the pain, the hurt and the turmoil.
May it be- your life like these soap suds
clearing away the dirty traces of my past,
vanishing all the fears that I had before.
Starting the days wearing clean clothes.
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Laundry For The Firstborn
Posted in Current Affairs, Literature, Memoirs, Poetry, Relationships, Social Commentary, Society, tagged adulthood, again, along, always, amidst, anew, another, away, be, before, being, believe, best, better, brought, can, chance, child, choice, circumstances, clean, clear, clothes, courage, day, days, decision, defend, destiny, difference, dignity, dirty, done, dream, face, fall, fear, fears, firstborn, fulfill, future, God, grow, growing up, honest, hope, hurt, keep, laundry, learn, life, like, linen, listen, love, make, may, misjudgment, mistake, never, once, own, pain, past, perfect, pick, pitfall, please, poem, poetry, pray, purpose, quit, realization, right, soap, soil, stand, start, steer, strength, strive, suds, teach, tell, think, traces, true, turmoil, uncompromising, vanish, very, virtue, wash, wear, world, wrong, you, yourself on August 14, 2010| 14 Comments »
My child, grow as you would hope to be.
I am here, washing the dirty linen
and the soiled clothes thinking of you.
Who can tell? That the world in the future,
its circumstances be better. But I pray
that you may have the strength to face
each day with courage and dignity-
of choosing what is true and honest.
Defending what is right over wrong,
uncompromising to the virtues that I
am going to teach you. Please listen.
I am not the best and I am not perfect.
And I dream for you my child, a life anew.
Realizing the chance to fulfill the purposes
destined for you. Keeping steer of the pitfalls
I have done. Make a difference of your own.
Striving the very best that you can.
Standing up for what you believe in.
Though you may fall, there will always be
a chance to pick yourself up, to stand again.
Never quit. Never fear. God be with you.
And I hope you learn from my mistakes.
The misjudgment I did when I was
once a child like you. Growing up too.
Through my adulthood, deciding to love
another being and brought you along
amidst the pain, the hurt and the turmoil.
May it be- your life like these soap suds
clearing away the dirty traces of my past,
vanishing all the fears that I had before.
Starting the days wearing clean clothes.
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