For My Children

by Paula Foster Stallworth, Florida State Prison
I’ve picked you up when you’ve fallen,
brushed off your skinned knees
and kissed your owies.
I’ve held you after your nightmares,
checked under your bed,
in your closets for the boogie man.
I’ve watched you grow, seen you stumble
Only to catch yourself time and time again.
I’ve watched you sit on the sidelines,
when you’ve really wanted to play.
I’ve watched you fight back tears
when some idiot told you, “big boys don’t cry!”
during all these times I’ve had to stand by, helpless
to change the reality of your life.
“Why?” you ask …
because it’s all a Bittersweet Dream!
Always have loved you and
Always will –
Your birth mother