Knowledge of Others

She never realized, What she had inside, Till she recognized she was a mother. She loved her own Plus a few on loan That she nurtured in place of others. Are those others to blame? Should they be ashamed? I think not wise to aver. For they have no clue When they misconstrue And hold their child in disfavor. No instructions they show So love never grows And their children cease to strive. But surrogate moms Stop the time bombs And help those naive to thrive. Though they’re never alone When they teach the unknown To advance and never surrender. For matters not age Of pupil or sage Nor does it consider the gender. They lead souls in need With advice they do seed And instruct the bewildered to fare. Hence the child shows love They were once deprived of Now living their life so aware. They now hold a key In the vast human sea Thanks to the knowledge of others. For unwitting wise emit A mere prose or a quip Never knowing they helped another.