| By nature I�m a giver too, only wishing to share my happiness I give in the ways I know how, as instinct tells me it should be Giving of myself, shyly at first, for fear of rejection I give only for the joy of it, not seeking to ensnare or demand I give of my very heart, my deepest self, joyous and unrestrained To those that are willing to accept it, it�s a great gift indeed When emotions run rampant, I know I must strive for patience I feel sometimes, as daft as the proverbial bull in a china shop If I should appear to push too strongly, in my zeal for giving I hope they could be honest and tell me, that I may temper my enthusiasm This I can do, this I will try as best I can They need only tell me to move more slowly, but the telling must be gentle It is a fault of a giver, you see, the desire to do so It is not always reciprocated, but give we do because it is part of our being |
| By Nature |
| To My Daughter |
| How could I love you any less for whom you love? The person that you are is measured by far greater things in my eyes than what society deems acceptable. The strength within you belies any dreams I ever had for you You are so much more than I ever hoped you would be I am proud to call you friend, daughter of mine I admit we do not follow the same path for love But it is with love that we accept each other�s hopes and dreams I don�t know if I ever told you this, but felt it needed said. How could I love you any less for whom you love? I do not; I love you more, because you have such capability Extending beyond yourself and touching another psyche You are genuine beyond measure and true to yourself In fact, I envy your capacity to love, to strive, to grow Your youth is on your side; your armored spirit is so valiant You go onward, even through difficult times, because you must It is I who learned this from you, my child For that I thank you So if you have ever asked yourself � How could I love you any less for whom you love? Now you know how I feel I love you Always, Mom |
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