Who Is To Blame
To blame or not to blame my mother
for scars that won't heal, for life's every tear,
for pain endured, whether inflicted by others or myself.
To blame or not to blame my father
for my mistakes or for obstacles placed in my path,
for heart break and heart ache, loss of love.
I have climbed mountains to find waiting on the otherside
an awe-inspiring sunrise streaming through the clouds.
I have walked through dark valleys in fear only to discover
the splendor of the brightest stars in the night sky.
I am amazed by the strength received from a moment of weakness,
the peace from fear, the satisfaction felt after the struggle.
I have taken the wrong path then later,
found the right one...the narrow one.
No, I will not blame but thank my parents
for the mountains, valleys, obstacles and pain endured
I will thank them for the ability to overcome, to persevere,
to understand the fine line between a curse and a blessing
for love, hope, faith
My mom and dad taught me survival.
My mom is a survivor.
When today is a challenge,
I look up and know where my help comes from.
Thank you, Lord.
I believe in me, I believe in tomorrow,
Thanks you, mom.
April 3, 2012
for Blame it on the Rain Contest (Black Eyed Susan)
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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