“I Became the mother and she the child”
I have posted the last couple of days on
A difficult relationship with a mother
And her daughter
I had written a poem, in retrospect, of my
Relationship with my mother
Who is this mother we have
Laid to rest?
Poor helpless soul who wandered
The earth, not knowing or caring
Where ever she was led
She took her child along for the
Journey, who at times did not
Know where she would lay her
Head
With emotions held in and
Warned not to cry, always hoping she
Would be loved if things got
Better
Now death has taken her mother
And she has gone to sleep, no
Longer tormented with emotions
So deep
Guilt and sorrow no longer
Hers to keep, removed
forever to rest in peace
But remember child, she did not
Have the tools to help you survive
She could not fulfill the role,
You became the mother and she
The child
Oh where do I look for this
Nurturing mother? Could it be,
That God is as much a
Mother as He is a Father to me?
I try to contemplate why two
People were brought together
To conceive a child, who seemed
Destined to live repressed by the
World in which she lived
And then a clearer picture I saw
As I wrestled with the ‘why’s
And ‘how’s’ of the mysteries
Beset on the journey of life
To each one at birth a tune
Is given, to which we should
Dance
To make music, it was not given
To us by chance
Dancing in circles, skipping in joy
Swirling and twirling with clapping
Hands, with cool damp grass
Between my feet
Dancing in the sun light, dancing in
The night, sometimes light music,
Sometimes dark
Know that the darkness will
Not Last, the melodies and
Symphonies
Will reappear just as they
Have in the past
Follow the Conductor, He writes
The notes, let the music
Composed by Him lead us
Through life!
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