We guide our children every day
They savor every memory
But we can grow from words they say
These are her words, my Morgan Lee...
A quiet night just months ago,
I tucked my daughter into bed
What happened next, I couldnt know
How much would change with what she said
She told me, "Mom, I'm proud of you
I know that you have had it rough."
I said, "That's just what mothers do."
She said, "Not every mom's this tough."
"Oh yeah, just look how tough I am,"
I teased, referring to my tears.
"Because of you, and Dad, and Cam
I found the strength to face tough years…
And that's when she looked up at me
and tears began to fill her eyes
much more than curiosity
Is what a look like that implies
I sat down and I held her hand
My full attention was required
I told her I would understand
With apprehension, she inquired...
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“Mom, I know I'm only nine,
But I'm still old enough to know
When Auntie Kelly's on your mind,
And you try hard so it won't show
Since I don't mind, it might be good
I want you to, I won't feel bad
Tell me about her if you could,
I want to help you when you're sad
Because, I think about her, too
I really wasn't all that small
She'd sing and play guitar with you
I taped her picture to my wall
Her hair was black like ours, and long,
And she had so many tattoos
She told me I was brave and strong
A memory I'll never lose
I know I cried when she moved out
I guess I was just small before
Please don't be scared to talk about
When all I want is to hear more.”
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It left me stunned to comprehend
The wisdom that my girl possessed
And she would hurt when I'd pretend,
Deserving truth, I then confessed
I opened up about my sister
Things I've tried to hide before
I told her just how much I missed her
And how each day I miss her more.
With wide eyes, she sat and listened
Took lessons from all that she heard
Her words that night were on a mission,
So she hung on every word
Although she may not be aware
or know the weight of words that night
The greatest gift beyond compare,
is that her heavy heart's now light
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