Parents are designed to support and guide
To love and protect, care and provide
Their journeys begin in hospitals and crib-sides
First steps, giggles, chubby legs and a first bike ride
Their children’s accomplishments fill them with pride
They love and they give and, eventually, they die.
Being in parent’s arms should make one feel fortified.
Yet sometimes horror and misfortune collide.
Some parents make children feel petrified
Does a parent’s childhood ridden with abuse make that justified?
There is no test that makes you certified,
So maybe we can just call it misguided?
The stories I have heard would make anyone mortified
I wish there was a way to purify
Make right, reverse, remove pain, and provide
A reason for hope, to fight, and to change tides
So I will pray and petition, press in, and open wide
My heart and ears and fiercely stand by the side
Of each child I meet regardless of social divides
And let them know it’s okay to cry.