My children, how swiftly you bloom and grow,
Like wildflowers kissed by winds that blow.
Each day, a page in the book of time,
Your journey, a rhythm, a growing rhyme.
I marvel at the moments that pass, so fast,
From the timid steps of the first day, to the bold at last.
You rise and fall, you learn and yearn,
With every corner, a new lesson to discern.
Your strengths are mountains, tall and true,
Reaching the sky with dreams anew.
Your faults, mere clouds, drifting by,
Moments of shadow that soon will fly.
But know this deeply, I hold both dear,
For in your weakness, your potential is clear.
Every stumble is a seed of growth,
And I cherish each step, I value both.
I am not perfect, this much is true,
I am learning and growing, just like you.
I make mistakes, I sometimes fall,
But through it all, I love you all.
My role is to guide, to teach, to lead,
Yet often I feel the weight of the deed.
For with every lesson I seek to share,
I wonder if I’ve shown enough care.
Each time I scold, my heart feels torn,
For I know the pain that words have borne.
It’s not from anger, not from spite,
But from a deep desire to make things right.
When you stray or when you fall,
I feel the burden, I feel it all.
My words may sting, my tone may rise,
But in my heart, it's love that ties.
I see the spark in each of you,
A light so bright, so pure, so true.
And when I raise my voice in concern,
It’s because I want to see you learn.
Learn not just facts or books or tests,
But how to strive, how to do your best.
How to be kind, how to be strong,
How to find your way when things go wrong.
Yet, I worry—oh, how I do—
That my care might not always shine through.
That you may think my scolding harsh,
When all I want is for you to march
Toward a future bright and clear,
Where you stand tall, without fear.
When others speak of where you lack,
It weighs on me—I hold it back.
For though they see the faults and flaws,
I see your potential, your endless cause.
I know the moments when you struggle and strain,
Are the seeds of your future gain.
And though I may sometimes appear stern,
In my heart, there’s nothing but concern.
I whisper prayers when you’re not near,
Hoping for the day when all is clear.
For one day soon, you’ll rise and shine,
And I’ll stand back, knowing you’re fine.
You’ll find your place, your path, your way,
And all the doubts will melt away.
When complaints come from other ears,
I brush them off and hide my fears.
For in the quiet, I can see
The bright, strong souls you’re meant to be.
They talk of faults, of things undone,
But I dream of the battles you’ve yet to have won.
And though the road may twist and wind,
Your strength, your grace, is what you’ll find.
I worry when you struggle when you fall,
I worry if I’m doing enough at all.
Am I too harsh, or too soft at times?
Do you hear my love between the lines?
Each day, I wonder if you know,
How much I care, how much you grow.
So, remember this, when skies seem grey,
When you feel lost or far away—
I’m here for you, in every part,
With open arms and a loving heart.
And though the world may sometimes doubt,
I know the path you're carving out.
For one day soon, you’ll rise above,
And show the world the strength of love.
And as you soar, with wings unfurled,
I’ll watch with pride as you change the world.
But until that day, I'll guide and care,
With every worry, with every prayer.
For though my role is to teach and lead,
I’m with you, always, in word and deed.
So take each stumble, each lesson and climb,
And now I’m with you, through every time.
For in my heart, you’re already bright,
My cherished stars, my endless light.
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