Juxtaposition



It’s finally bedtime
She flies through the air
And leaps on the bed
Full of life and flair

She talks and she talks
About her long day
Full of all the fun things
She did along the way

I laugh at her stories
She begs me to stay
Just a little longer
She has so much to say

I finally settle her
Our prayers we then say
Thank you God for our blessings
And for another great day

Then I step in the hall
My emotions must shift
In between the two rooms
Of my most precious gifts

His room is quiet
He’s so very tired
From simply living
All his energy required

Some nights he cries
And says it’s not fair
He feels trapped in his body
And filled with despair

My heart breaks in two
As I kiss his sweet head
And wipe away tears
Before they fall to his bed

We close our eyes
I hold his frail hand
As we ask God for strength
To help us understand

Dear God lift him up
Fill his lungs with air
Please heal his body
Oh Lord hear our prayer

As I settle in bed
Defeated and scared
I close my eyes
And say my own prayer

Lord fill me with peace
And quiet my mind
Help me find the balance
That I long to find

Thank you God for these blessings
You’ve given to me
Please give me wisdom
To be the mom I should be

To be happy with her
And be strong for him
To see light and bright colors
When the world seems so dim

Lord give me the knowledge
To mother them both
To comfort his sadness
And nurture her growth

My children are wonderful
Each in their own way
They both make me proud
Every single day!
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Submitted by NN_Young on February 10, 2021

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme XABA XCDC XCEC ECDC XXXX XFXF GAHA XBXB GIXI XAHA BXGA XJXJ DHXH EKXK XLXL XCXC
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 1,459
Words 304
Stanzas 16
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

NN Young

Lover of words and dabbling in secret poetry. I am a mother of a precious terminally ill 16 year old son and a wild, beautiful, healthy 11 year old daughter. The conflicting emotions I face on a daily basis are exhausting. Therefore, I write.... more…

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