If I had known that day when they placed you in my arms
the life that fell ahead of you.
If I had known the fear that would consume you,
the confusion that would become you.
If I had known the long hours and limited breaks.
If I had known how many negatives I would need to make up for.
If I had known the whirlwind of constant you would be
and the energy it would take to keep up.
If I had known that so many things would feel wrong
and so few would feel right for you.
If I had known.
If I had known when they placed you in my arms
I would have done not a single thing differently.
Except perhaps I would have slept a little deeper while I could.
Karen Hayward (copyright) 2015.
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