My Precious Daughter, My Brave, Strong Heart
When shadows fell and pain held sway, You fought a fight, alone each day. The bruises seen, the ones unseen, A silent scream, a shattered dream.
I brought you home, my precious four, To Morro Bay, to safe harbor. No more the fear, no more the dread, Just quiet nights, and soft, warm bed.
But battles rage within your soul, A different fight to make you whole. The alcohol, a cruel disguise, To numb the hurt behind your eyes.
My heart aches, love, to see your pain, To wash away the falling rain. I’ll hold you close, my steadfast grace, And whisper strength in this safe place.
We’ll walk this path, each step we take, For goodness sake, for your own sake. But darling girl, you’ll find it true, A strength resides, deep inside you.
The warrior spirit, bruised but bright, Will guide you through the darkest night. I’m here, I’m here, my hand in yours, To help you open all new doors.
But some of this, my precious one, Must be a journey, bravely run, By you alone, to rise and stand, To take your power in your hand.
You are so loved, more than you know, And watching you, I see you grow. Through every tear, through every fear, Your truest self will soon appear.
We’ll face it all, together, strong, Where you belong, where you belong. My heart’s with yours, through thick and thin, Let healing’s gentle light begin.
Pam Beach ‘Beyond the Blog’
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