A Note to Those With Limits to Their Love
I was not there when he was made
I was not there when he was born
I was not there for his first birthday
I was, there to guide his first steps.
I was there when his mother voiced her disdane and pushed him away.
For the tantrums that felt eternal
The sick days that became my sick days
I was there as his father began a new family and forgot about his last.
When he had no food to eat, no new clothes to wear.
I replaced his empty dish with mine
I wore the same outfits so he wouldn't have to.
I taught him to feel comfort around others.
I strengthened his body through play.
I soothed his worries with laughter.
I educated him so he would be better than us all.
So, to the parents who believe someone cannot love a child like they would their own.
Sit on those thoughtless thoughts, they, speak to your shortcomings.
My love, knows no limits.