You'Ll Be The Death Of Me - A Mother's Rant Poem by Leria Hawkins

If I rant, if I rave
It is from love, at you I rage
It is my maddening heart's desire
To see you through, to lift you higher
To lead you to a better place
Where life's fulfillment, be your grace
A wish for future days to hold
A haven safe, within God's fold
Reared by tongue, trained by switch
Neither left you in a hitch
Scrambling for a crumb to eat
Or too weak to pull you to your feet
Though our desires may not agree
There's no more precious gift to me
Than to see you grow into a man
As I know then, you'll understand
Why I rant, why I rave
The prelude to an early grave
But someday in your future life
You'll find a home and take a wife
Then at last, your eyes will see
What a parent is meant to be
You'll look into your children's eyes
And comprehend, my demise