Photo: Laura Kerr
Women learn from their Moms,
To nurture their own young.
Some learn from other women,
Who know how it is done.
When new born babies,
Are placed in Mother's arm.
Their hopes and dreams are given,
To the little one with love.
Each child will grow and see life,
Through eyes first, young, and then,
With a child's heart and older eyes,
See real life blurred and dim.
In turn they birth the next blood kin,
They soon see how it's done.
They try to fend for themselves,
They try and come undone.
Failure is for learning,
Lessons filled with fright.
They struggle just to stand alone,
Some walk, some fall, some take flight.
For every grown adult,
The struggles are the same.
The choice belongs to each of us,
Blame is used to lose the game.
Forgive when it is needed,
To free your soul from pain.
No mother is so perfect,
Her children grow unscathed.
Let go of all the ghosts,
Which haunt you day and night.
Let go, forgive and love the one,
Whose waiting to unite.
Forgive
Written by: Andrea Wheaton