Mutterschmerz

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, helpless and confused. "Time does not always heal, only love does