I had a rough time with three kids by myself,
And I know that I didn't do well.
Counseling, fights, children's services, courts:
What I put you through must have been hell.
But I loved you - all of you - all of that
When my heart seemed to break every day,
When crushed, and crushed, and crushed against stones,
I would that the wind were my way.
And I tried - how I tried - to be what you
And show you the love in my heart.
But often the fantasy crashed and exploded,
And all that I was came apart.
And now you are grown, I don't ask
Just some understanding will do,
Of the person, however imperfect, whose life
And whose love was devoted to you.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon