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Courage. 

Repost just cos she rocks my world. 


To my daughter, who let go of the swimming pool edge for the first time yesterday.

‘You’re doing that being proud thing, stop it.’  You cry through muffled tears.

But I am proud and I cannot stop the surge of emotions that rush through me.

‘I didn’t want to do it, I thought I was going to fall.’

I understand, but you didn’t fall, you flew.

‘I was scared.’

I know you were, but the fear didn’t win, you did.

‘I could’ve gone under.’

You could have, but you didn’t, you stood tall upon your feet.

‘It’s not a proud moment Mum, I was so scared.’

Precisely, my little lioness, why I am so very proud of you. Courage comes in so many forms.
xxx

Karen Hayward ©2016.

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Intoxicated love is never enough.

I wonder what she see’s
When you’re drunk and on your knees.
Are you the hero of her dreams,
Or the shadow in her screams.
Does she look up and stare,
At the man that should care,
And should always be there.
Does she even dare,
To compare,
And ask if it’s fair?

I’ll shield her eyes,
Teach her to fly,
to always try,
And that it’s ok to cry.
I’ll protect her, forever,
Leave her, never,
It should be together,
But i won’t let you hurt her,
Not ever.