Mother

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. Forgive me. 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 ... Forgive me.