We shall have to infuse our very own
parents with the love they require to
get past their pain - only then will they
be able to forgive their own forbears –
and we shall not hand over our pain to
our very own children…
But how do you love a towering tornado
an attacking virago, an animal in pain?
How do you calm her down, make her sit
quietly to receive the medicine? How do
you touch her heart, the place that still
smarts, and bring back the sunshine
she never knew?
How do you and I go about helping them?
Why, oh why were they always fighting to
win, with an almighty din that made joy
disappear for years at a time? I know you
cannot talk to your mother, she has allied
herself with one such another as herself
But maybe one day there will come a time
when we can apply the balm of forgiveness
to her and her sister, the golden-haired
fairy, who became such a goddess of
aggression…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem