Forgive me. I never knew You.
Placed into your womb, I grew to detest My Mother
as You never fit a mold as it is told to little girls or little boys
about Mother, so through great resentment,
I never really knew You, the Be-ing that was here.
You wait for me now.
Your spirit perhaps returned to live in this place
and plane on which to learn whatever our souls do desire.
But I know a part of your spirit waits to greet me.
When I come Home it is you I will see
to have a conversation and it is for I to say ...