When the intensity of effort, hope results
sometimes in defeat what is left?
When one is helpless to help those that
you would give your life for, then what?
Emotional pain so intense that one does not
remember when it was not there but function
anyway.
Tears again release the love that pain
can not destroy.And the knowledge that
intentions do not always count at first.
But trusting in the wisdom of all to learn
that no one can protect against all pain.
And sorry that hugs was not enough for
the imperfections of a loving mom, that
Battling both the secure and insecure hope
that her children will realize just how
much she loved each one.And even in her
future absence that salve will coat any
hurtful event.
A unbeatable gift.
When a pain that is so deep that it is hardto know
Insightful utterances set aside for honest contemplation. Thanks for sharing Dietra.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Dietra. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks