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From Cradle to Grave
I watched you in the cradle knowing not what I was in for.
I watched as you cried knowing not of what you wanted.
I watched in my amazement, soon replaced with dread, for that of which you'd do, things waiting to be said.
I watched and knew I could help and advise, till it came so clear, you did not want me to be wise.
I watched as you listened to others so young, for they knew better their magic their words not to be undone.
I watched as you called it nagging, you called it abuse, when all we wanted was for you to walk straight and not loose.
I watched you reject it, I watched as your life did go slowly asunder.
I watched and believed, someday you would see, the false prophets for what they be.
I watched, I had no rights, for strangers had taken them from me.
I watch when I should have asked, "Have you found the magic? Is your world better for my lack? Do you ever cry yourself to sleep at night?"
I watched now knowing, I should not live to watch you go from cradle to grave.
A Parent
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