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By Meagan Villescas
Woven and spun, that’s how you begun.
Molding and shaping, every dimple and scrapping.
Creating every part of me, from elbows to knees.
Nine months went by, here come the cries,
As I entered this new world, huddled and curled.
Grasping for air, naked and bare.
Pink finger nails and curly pig tails.
As a little girl, dressed in ribbons and fake pearls.
You watched me wear a crown and the times I fell down.
You walked me to school, and sat beside me on a stool.
You held me up when I learned how to swim, and when my bangs got their first trim.
You checked for monsters under my bed and assured me of another day up ahead.
Life was so mean, as a teen.
You watched my heart break and held me while I ached.
You caught all my tears as I fought with my peers.
And helped me to say no to the taunts of drugs, I laid low.
Pressured and confused, bewildered and used.
My actions caught me off guard, why is love so hard?
Friendships came and went, but it’s to you that I vent.
Sharing my secrets and shame, you’re the only one that threw me no blame.
Now here I stand, helpless in your hands.
My faith strong and steady. Lord, I am ready.
Keep walking by my side, my beautiful bride.
Stride after stride. Its you that will guide,
My life as you want it, to you I submit.
Continue to grow in me
So that I may be, an example of you,
And your love so true. |
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