Poetry

Two years of her life count the hourglass sand,

apart from her mother this child must stand,
She is ward of the court, but lives not in this state,
she will never once meet, those who decided her fate.

My intentions are not, of mis-placing my blame,

but used as a tool may save others the shame,
Time passes slowly, it may seem when we're young,
eager for lyrics to songs not yet sung.

Faster it seems, count the hourglass sand,

for today slips away, if in the past you do stand,
Addiction, an illness, some say a disease,
can stop the sands flow, no future to see.

As much as I've wanted my daughter by me,

Amanda was exactly where Amanda should be,
The hourglass sand slows down to the pace,
society triumphs when family's embrace.

Someday my dear daughter, in time you will know,

how special our bond, when distance couldn't show,
As the sand slowly passes, as our lifetime is spent,
living wise in the moment , fills your heart with content.

I'll love you forever and always Amanda.