My mother loved me
So much
That I broke her heart.
While wrapped in the loving embrace
Of her womb,
I was perfect.
To her.
I am no longer encumbered
By the imperfections of my body
I was born into the Light.
My soul is free.
My freedom
Came at a heavy price
For her.
She held my tiny
Body with love.
She saw only perfection.
She could not feel
My arms around her
While she cried.
But they were there.
I held her
While she held me
Ever after
Each gutwrenching sob
I held her
One day
We will be
Together
Again.
She saw the imperfect child that I was
When she held me.
She will see the perfect soul that I am
When I greet her.
She will not see the
Baby she lost.
She will see the
Man I am.
Until then
I am her angel.
I hold her when she gets lost
In the pain of my absence.
I will watch over
My brothers and sisters.
She makes sure
they remember me.
I loved my mother
So much
That I sent her my brother
To fill her aching arms.
He holds her tight.
And I hold them both.
I am still here.
With my family.
With my mother.
I am still loved.
My mother loved me
So much
That I broke her heart.
But I loved her
So much
That I had to come.
Even if I couldn't stay.
Monday, October 15, 2012
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