Being a parent such a privilege and joy,
Such years of fun and love to enjoy.
But sometime with joy comes worry and strike,
A fear that threatens your beautiful child’s life.
We hold on to the reigns, but we lose control,
We are forced to take on so many roles.
Today I’m a counsellor, I’ll comfort my child,
I’ll provide cuddles when they’re going wild,
I am a physio, helping move on,
Support them in learning skills that have just gone.
I am a researcher, searching for answers,
Praying for cures for these horrible cancers
I am a nurse handing out drugs,
When all I once knew was dealing in hugs.
I am a doctor using medical words,
Vocabulary not long ago I’d never heard
I am a dietician praying that he’ll eat,
Avoiding sickness and nausea becomes a treat.
I am a therapist encouraging speech,
Loving and nurturing, trying to teach.
I am a psychologist, doing my best,
When inside myself I’m feeling distressed.
I am an actress pretending to be
A strong happy parent, with no cracks to see.
I am a clown creating laughter,
I’ll strive to make memories today and hereafter.
But most of all I’m still just a mother
Living each day at a time.
All I want in life is for him to be here
My child,my world, my life, my all.
By Katie, Henry’s mummy. 16th October 2013 (c)