Mutterschmerz
Mother's Pain
The entrance to my sacred garden is crowded with
tears, confused minds and lost souls.
In silence, I ask:
"Could I have done more?"
I tried to save you from pain and harm
From the lumps and bumps in the many roads ahead.
I tried to give you all the things I never had.
"Could I have done more?"
I tried to keep you from falling
and taught you right from wrong. I taught you
compassion for all humanity,
and to be honest with yourself and to everyone you meet.
"Could I have done more?"
I am old and weary now, too tired and weak
to pick you up when you fall again and again.
I look for an answer, for guidance, and ask for a blessing.
Could I have done more?
Should I have done less?
A mild breeze by the window caresses me.
I am still and I become the breeze.
I become the wind and I become you,
A mild breeze by the window caresses me.
I am still and I become the breeze.
I become the wind and I become you,
helpless and confused.
"Time does not always heal,
only love does
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