"For Me" - A poem for Friday Poets, Round 11, Contest and Communit...

Hi, poetry lovers.

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Today is #FridayPoets.

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For Me

Bear my bones and flesh
yet before I come to be;
with great pain, bring me to the light
of my own day.
Cradle, feed, and love me for-ever.
Give me all but your name.

Trust me and allow me to be
my own way,
even if you have not been so allowed.
When I turn from son to husband,
stand by me and cherish me,
pray for me if I’m sick,
and forget me that day
if I leave--But you shall leave me not.
Just let me be me, and you shall be with me.

                                                And when I turn
                                                from husband to father,
                                                obey, respect, and serve me.
                                                Take care of me and keep my will
                                                if I’m too old or too dead to speak.
                                                Struggle with my want of freedom
                                                swept by years and old age aches.

                                                Whatever I may turn into,
                                                be there for me.
                                                Be the man I can be not.
                                                Take my hand and watch me,
                                                watch me turn into
                                                God.