Love for my Daughter

Pregnancy
Shock, excitement, nerves and wonder
Sleeplessness ensues, my mind wanders...

Opportunity to mold a life so precious, a great responsibility, can I be a success?

Will I be a good mother, someone I am proud to be?
Will I show her the complete, unselfish love that every baby needs?

Giving birth, a TRUE labor of love
My baby is born, a daughter now here
A love is also born, so consuming and near

Almost suffocating, an overwhelming feeling surrounds me
Tears fill my eyes, I hold her so tightly

My love for my daughter, so grand and great
I succumb to my fear, my daughter can't wait

© By Season T. Sherman

Dad

All those times I cried for you, you never came
Out of all the sports I played

You never showed up at one game
All of the awards I received

I never heard you clap
You were never there

For me to sit on your lap
All the times I fell

and scratched my knee
You were the one who wasn't there

To comfort me
All those times I was bored

And wanted someone to call
You still weren't there

Not there at all
I always tried to make you proud

Hoping you would love me more
but you never seemed to care

So what did I even do it for
You weren't there for any of my firsts

Might not be for any of my lasts
It's like you're not here in my present

Just like you weren't there in my past
I try to move on

But no one knows how hard it is
For your own father not to love you

As much as he loves his other kids
But I hold my head high

To keep things from looking so bad
But deep down I still wish

I had love from my dad

© By Jacqueline M. Smith

Brothers

Brothers,
The ones you go to for help,
For comfort,
For advice.
When you just had a fight with Mom and Dad,
Another girl,
Or your boyfriend.

Brothers,
The ones you go to, to tell them that
You're pregnant,
Getting married,
Or just need a shoulder to cry on.
The ones you look up to,
Share jokes,
And talk to about everything.

Brothers,
They're there for the good times,
Bad,
And everything in between.

My brother,
He helps me with everything.
Now all he needs,
Is me.

© By Jessica M. Beuerlein
Dedicated to her brother, Jacob Andrew Beuerlein.