The Art
I now know why I could
never love my mother.
One I should have held
above all others.
I lived in limbo year after year
shed far too many useless tears.
Until wisdom stopped by one day,
asked me if I ever prayed.
I said I begged in every way
to find the strength to hear myself say,
Mother, I forgive you everything on this day.
Copyright © Micky Money | Year Posted 2006
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