This poem is sweet and endearing when you have a little one.
My Child,
You are my today, my tomorrow, and all the tomorrows after.
You are the air I breathe,
the light at the end of every dark tunnel,
the rainbow after a torrential rainstorm with thunder and lightning,
and the beautiful melody in all the songs I listen to.
You are my motivation to swim against the waves,
my strong foundation even when I’m feeling weak and at risk of toppling over,
and my shining star in a dark universe.
My unconditional love for you,
is one that pulls me out of bed on the hard mornings,
where the tired makes my bones ache,
and my brain is so foggy I can hardly think straight.
It’s a love that’s so comfortable it rocks me to sleep at night
even after a day filled with overthinking every interaction,
of feeling overwhelmed by an inbox of unread emails and dirty laundry,
and falling short,
again and again.
I have never felt anything like it before.
I can be depleted of everything,
but never of my all-encompassing love for you.
Because when I dig deep, I will always find more to give.
So, I hope you feel loved every day of your life knowing
you’re someone’s today,
tomorrow, and all the tomorrows after.
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Then they get older. They have their own will – mostly against yours – So I changed the poem …just a little bit.
My Teenager,
You are my today, my tomorrow, and all the tomorrows after.
You are the air I breathe,
sometimes you are my dark tunnel
the cause of my torrential rainstorm with thunder and lightning,
and the doof-doof of the songs I am forced to listen to.
You cause me to swim against the waves,
you make me weak and at risk of toppling over,
I need a shining star in the universe.
My unconditional love for you,
is one that pulls me out of bed on the hard mornings,
helps me not to break your bones,
and my brain is so foggy that I forget that I’m upset.
It’s a love that’s so tyring it forces me to sleep at night
even after a day filled with fighting every interaction,
of feeling overwhelmed by an inbox of unread emails and dirty laundry,
and falling short,
again and again.
I have never felt anything like it before.
I can be depleted of everything – patience; money; freedom; time –
but never of my all-encompassing love for you.
Because when I dig deep, I will always find more to give.
So, I hope you feel loved every day of your life knowing
you’re someone’s today,
tomorrow, and all the tomorrows after.