Alone I Raised Thee Poem by Shanika marini Paul

Child of mine, my womb did glee,
Upon the eyes thath looketh back at me.
Thy first touch with half opened eye,
Ah! my darling did maketh me smile.

The thought of facing this cruel world alone,
A single mom with no place to call our own,
The selfish heart of he who fathered thee,
Hath left you and me for his own fantasy,

Sixteen years, Now my angel thou art grown.
With beauty and intelligence, a heart of thy own,
Ah! my love thou art my prideth joy,
Stretch thy wings upon that Open sky,

Suffering, survival with hardly a meal,
My daughter my angel I always fed thee,
Many a mistake I may have madeth,
But deep within I may be prey of human weakness

Remember I pray, with Ernest heart,
To live life to it's fullest and never regret one moment pass.
Thou my child is strong, never weak, Never give up when trouble doth peep.
I beg thee remember my strive in life,
To cherish and keep thee, in my loving sight.
Anika we named thee that's part of my name.
For I want thee to know thath I ever regretted having ad loving thee
"Happy Sweet sixteen my angel"

Dedicated to my Daughter Anika Maria on her 16th b'day Feb 20th 2018