Long before I became a published writer, I found solace in writing. I wrote a lot of poetry. Some of it was just a line or two, ways for me to express what I was feeling.
I ran across this poem the other day. I remember writing it after I’d received a diagnosis about my son. I was struggling to understand that his life would not be the one I had envisioned for him.
Today is my darling son’s birthday. He is one of the great joys of my life. Lots of my life lessons I’ve learned from being his mom. He’s still one of the finest people I’ve ever known and a great example of grace under fire.
To every mother who wished her child perfect
And every father who wanted to make it right.
May we love unconditionally
And see the person, not the disease.
May we glory in the daily gift of life
And live each day completely.
May we learn the patience of Job
And acquire the wisdom of the ancients.
May we temper our days with humor
And banish foolish hopes with quiet courage.
May we know the precious blessings we have
Regardless of everything,
And through it all, find joy along the way.