Tuesday 8 June 2010

SONNET XXVII - A MOTHER'S GIFT

Each child you create takes half your soul,
a little bit from dad, the rest from mom.
and once that piece is gone you're never whole.
The healing lies in who your kids become.
You try your best to teach them right from wrong,
but you've got bills to pay and worries too.
Sometimes you feel your heart's just not that strong,
and sometimes you just don't know what to do.
But hold to this when each dark storm arrives,
and guiding stars are veiled behind a cloud:
those pieces of your soul touch many lives;
the part of it that's left should feel proud.
   Your sacrifice has left an empty space,
   but thanks to mom, the world's a better place.

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