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Monica Rose
That is my essential
you are my essential
it is your potential
the weird in you, the weird in me
is the awesome in you
But the ashamed and hidden by me.
I'll cut the apron cords
and watch as your life unfolds
August Burns red
August Burns bright
36 years I'd give them all away
Just to give again, your life
you are my first
I love your light
I'm glad I didn't burn it out
when I was first scared of
what your weird was reflecting out
of me in you the oddness awkward,
your reflection was merely me x10
to see my strongest, first born,
my coldest My oldest one,
you, my Monica Woo, screaming banshee
Original but still the fragile of you
is no genetic weakness from me
Strength is built, inside and out
Of your small frame
my frame, my mirror
my own reflection
my looking glass, my weirdo
My love, my longing, my original
embrace it all now as I finally do
It took me while too come around
And admit that my weirdness
Wasnt a mark of my wrong turns
Instead it was just God, shining thru
The child that is the most like mom
Always seems too be at war at least
They can't accept them, because
they want more for them
or don't understand their own selves
Or haven't found their place yet
So they reject it in their child...
But I have, and had, a long time ago
So why I rejected and tried to change
The parts of my word that glued in you
Because I always had thought to myself
That those parts of me, my awkwardness
Were blemishes of my dark abuse
But God, he knew, the world was in need
Of more than just one with such unique
Oddball quirks, that charmingly disarm
They reflect a bigger purpose
The one for which you were born
So as you embrace your weird traits
I claim them now, as mine, I gave
Given to you, with uncertainty
You took and wear them prouder
Than I ever thought they could be
And still you shine, you're strong
You're abrupt and firm,
I'm so proud to call myself your mom.
I was broken, then healed
By God's love alone
And you, untarnished, sail surely on
as I embark on the path uncharted
Your flight awaits, and I know
You will be mirrored of me and
my Former claim to fame,
But thankfully, without the pain
Without the dark, you rise, your own
Monica Rose, blossoming and dripping
Like a diamond in the ruff
Oozing weirdness, with a side of awesome!
© Gwen Canfield The Finishers Touch Poetry
you are my essential
it is your potential
the weird in you, the weird in me
is the awesome in you
But the ashamed and hidden by me.
I'll cut the apron cords
and watch as your life unfolds
August Burns red
August Burns bright
36 years I'd give them all away
Just to give again, your life
you are my first
I love your light
I'm glad I didn't burn it out
when I was first scared of
what your weird was reflecting out
of me in you the oddness awkward,
your reflection was merely me x10
to see my strongest, first born,
my coldest My oldest one,
you, my Monica Woo, screaming banshee
Original but still the fragile of you
is no genetic weakness from me
Strength is built, inside and out
Of your small frame
my frame, my mirror
my own reflection
my looking glass, my weirdo
My love, my longing, my original
embrace it all now as I finally do
It took me while too come around
And admit that my weirdness
Wasnt a mark of my wrong turns
Instead it was just God, shining thru
The child that is the most like mom
Always seems too be at war at least
They can't accept them, because
they want more for them
or don't understand their own selves
Or haven't found their place yet
So they reject it in their child...
But I have, and had, a long time ago
So why I rejected and tried to change
The parts of my word that glued in you
Because I always had thought to myself
That those parts of me, my awkwardness
Were blemishes of my dark abuse
But God, he knew, the world was in need
Of more than just one with such unique
Oddball quirks, that charmingly disarm
They reflect a bigger purpose
The one for which you were born
So as you embrace your weird traits
I claim them now, as mine, I gave
Given to you, with uncertainty
You took and wear them prouder
Than I ever thought they could be
And still you shine, you're strong
You're abrupt and firm,
I'm so proud to call myself your mom.
I was broken, then healed
By God's love alone
And you, untarnished, sail surely on
as I embark on the path uncharted
Your flight awaits, and I know
You will be mirrored of me and
my Former claim to fame,
But thankfully, without the pain
Without the dark, you rise, your own
Monica Rose, blossoming and dripping
Like a diamond in the ruff
Oozing weirdness, with a side of awesome!
© Gwen Canfield The Finishers Touch Poetry
