Mother

The body of flesh grown from within

Born of the womb expectations shall be high

The origin of learning what is good what is sin

Is it cold and uncaring or is it innocent and shy

Healer of all wounds remains to be time

Situation unchanging can there be room for healing

Moment after moment let down in my prime

Time gone by shows no reprieve from the hurting

I am a part of her yet I am cast aside

Hole in heart where the mother’s love should live

Wounds healed with time it has been tried

Forgive to heal yet healing is required for strength to forgive

In the cracks of the heart a young girl lingers by

Hope unfulfilled time and again no longer any tears to cry