Mother of a bullied child

Mother of a bullied child
My child came home, the tears streaming from her eyes
I was angry, I was all only increase her enjoyment of life
I could not, it was her job
She had to fight her own dragon

Her dragon were not the bullies, but her uncertainty
I would just meet her neediness
Destitution of certainty
In her own crisis

A hug here, a good conversation there
But never scissors
Scissors that it solves, scissors that cut through knots
I can not, even though I know where to sip

I felt fail me
I could only bales
Would make it worse mixing
Until they would feel abandoned himself entirely

It was a tough task to solve its own
It was as if they were trounce me
But I knew she could
And that was true, she saw the sun

Thanks to her past
She has certainly suffered enough
She now helps others
She tries to change the world

Though it does not boast
Her name is often mentions
Love and understanding gave her the strength
So they accomplished much

My child, I am proud of your
I love your