Hilde Bird Poet Free verse

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,

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

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