I wrote this for my friend whose daughter ranway.
Luckly, she's been found and has now come back home.

To My Daughter:

At fifteen years of age,
You think you know it all.
Now I sit by the phone,
Waiting for the cops to call.
Maybe you've been arrested
Or maybe you've been found dead.
I pray that you're alive and well,
And not laying in a pool of red.

I thought you needed my help;
I thought you needed direction.
Everything I've done for you,
I've done for your protection.
I gave you all I never had.
I thought my love would be enough.
And knowing that you hate me,
Makes it so very rough.

The love that I have for you,
Is deeper than I've ever known.
And your words have hurt me,
More than I've ever shown.
You left with such harsh words
That greatly wounded me, your mother.
In all my life, this is the worst heartbreak,
When comparing it to any other.

I know I'm not the best,
But I'm also not the worst.
As soon as I can find you,
I'll be the one to hug you first.
I know I've disappointed you,
Because you went off like a bomb.
And I'll try do better, but after all,
I can only be what and who I am, your mom.

Aurora DragonStar
3*8*2005