Reflection

© Musue N. Haddad

Let me not be
A helicopter hovering
Over my son
Yet still, let me not be
So ignorant, or weak
Tired, nor exhausted
And then unknowingly
Allow, or throw my son
At destroyers, Hypocrites
Who’ll shatter his life; dream.
Teach me to balance
My role as caretaker
Of this beautiful miracle
You sent my way
Send us just a few friends
Oh yes, not many
But only some
Loyal, supportive, unwavering
Unyielding to greed, unselfish
Who will bolster our lives
Serve as sub-caretakers
Of my Precious Jewel
Rare, beautiful treasure
Kick away the liars
Keep at bay the deceitfuls
The barbarians, the Quacks
The Shark, the shackles
And all who seek subjects
Direct my actions, thoughts
Intercede when I am falling
Intervene, when I’m weak
And lost my way
Let me not fail
This beautiful role
The gift of motherhood
Thank you, my dear
As for my needs, wishes
I give it all to you
My hopes, heart's desires
I know, I believe
You’ve heard me,
And I have it.


Copyright © Musue N. Haddad