Poem for Pebbles

Posted on February 18, 2015 by 
~ FOR PEBBLES ~

Being her momma 
brings out the mother bear in me. 
Watching her struggles 
makes me angry when they don't see 
the sweet spirit inside her 
that has to fight constantly, 
to understand herself, the world, 
to be all that she can be. 

So, please don't try to change her. 
Don't ever say to me 
that she's "too this," 
that we're "too that."
Just love her. Unconditionally.

Wondering who The Rock and Pebbles are? Want to know
why we’re raising Pebbles? And who the heck is OCD Louie?
Find the answers and more on my About My Blog page.

You might also like Eleven Random Facts About Me and
My Answers to Sophie’s Questions on my Liebster page.

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About Mai Stone

“A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs…jolted by every pebble on the road.” ~ Henry Ward Beecher ~ A sense of humor is essential for surviving the pebbles on life’s road. Especially when they’re the size of boulders.
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3 Responses to Poem for Pebbles

  1. Gibber says:
    February 18, 2015 at 4:49 pm

    Awww your love for her oozes from this. One day she’ll love it, if she doesn’t already.

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