Full Circle

Here we are again. Having our little moments in time.

Another poem I wrote, but I wrote this one an hour ago. It's tough being a Mum, but the rewards are priceless. Eventually!

Full Circle

Like a true master you make your moves!

Well thought engineered, advances. 

Spitting your way through each day.

Your whit like sharpened lances.

You words are spears, precisely thrown,

Each one a biting sting.

Meticulously over played

To enhance the pain they bring.

Your elfin smile masks your darker side

A side no one can fathom.

Deep in your duel personality

To you you’re a phantom.

Yet I hold you close and closer still

Allow the gaping wounds

I settle you in, each and every night

Knowing it will end soon.

Yet you make me smile with deepened pride

Your angst I tolerate.

To be reminded so much of me

But one day you will be great.

So when your teenage years have passed

When you look back and reflect.

Your mother was always there for you.

Then I will have your respect.

To see that tiny smile again

To forget the heart ache and woe

Will all be worth it in the end!

To see my child full grown.

By Helen Stallard 
February 2 2014