If You Love Something, Set it Free

~ Sandi Staton

Baby

As I sit here rocking you to sleep in my arms

I kiss your downy head and whisper

I will be the mother I never had

I will help you spread your wings

I will teach you to fly

I will catch you when you fall

I will cheer for you

I will fight for you

I will protect you

I will love honor and respect you

When you marry the girl of your dreams

I will step back

She will be your number one

Your true love

Your soul mate

And I will love her

When you have children

I will take another step back

Allowing you the joy and happiness

Of raising your own your own way

I will be the grandmother I once had

I will hold them on my lap

I will sing to them

Teach them Nursery Rhymes

And soar to unknown worlds with them

When you have grandchildren

I will take another step back

Watching from a distance

Sharing your joy and happiness

Feeling my heart swell with pride

Thanking God for blessing you

Your family and me

And though it may seem that I’ve fallen

Far behind the scenes

I know a piece of your heart

Will always belong to me

Because as I sit here

Holding you tightly in my arms

I promise to set you free

~Sandi

Published by Sandi Staton

So, I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to describe myself to you, and these are the words jumping up and down in my heart: I'm just a simple human being living in a complicated, messed-up world. I speak my mind. I love hard. My feelings run deep. When push comes to shove, I stand my ground. Sometimes I push back. Sometimes I walk away. I've surfed the crashing waves of life that threatened to destroy me only to make me stronger. I bear the scars of emotional rape, sadness, and depression. I've walked the golden streets of churches and religion only to be disappointed time and time again. And as a result, it's taken me seventy-five years to get where I'm sitting today; a sinner saved by grace through the blood of Jesus Christ. I fell at the cross. I repented of my sins, and Jesus saved and washed me clean. I still fall flat on my face. I still get dirty as a pig in a mudhole. And Jesus still picks me up, dries my tears, forgives me again and again, and continues walking close beside me. No one has ever loved me like that. And no one ever will.