"A Way She Cared"
See, my mom's had may be thick--
But she put me first, when I got sick.
When I woke her up, in the middle of the night.
She would stay up to see if I was alright.
It was one way, that she had cared--
One of the precious times, that we had shared.
For that whole week,
When I couldn't speak--
She was always there,
To show that she cared.
And for the days, that I couldn't hear--
Out of my left ear.
She made sure,
That I got cured.
See, when I got sick--
I was my mom's first pick.
Don't get me wrong,
It wasn't the only time we got along.
There were other ways--
On other days.
But when we did get into a fight,
It took a while for things to be alright.
But when I was under the weather,
She made sure that I got better.
Shay-Renee
©2007
But I can tell them that I LOVE them.
This blog was created to do that.
Broken Butterfly, I LOVE you!
Some posts will be sad, some posts will be encouraging…
I can’t help that.
But all posts will be honest to how I feel in one way or another.
And maybe just in knowing that someone else has been where a “Broken Butterfly” has been and knowing that someone loves them, will be enough to help.
I don’t know,
But I HOPE so."
— Shay-Renee
