by: Anna Liza Diomampo Santos
It isn’t just a tantrum,
Nor a spoiled child.
It’s not just—
SCREAMING
BITING
STIMMING
OVERWHELMED
It’s a language never spoken,
A communication never had.
When something is wrong,
I can’t figure it out.
I’m a mother—your MOM—
HELPLESS
GUILTY
ANXIOUS
SCARED
It’s a reality I must embrace,
No time to breathe.
My child, my son,
I know Jah hears our cries.
I’ll jump into your world—
One full of hope and love,
A place only we can reach.
When your words are none,
And the evil is gone,
We will sing songs together—
In paradise on earth, In everlasting life.
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