If I had glanced a single time,
To look beneath your lovely smile,
I'd have seen the pain you breathed,
I'd have seen the hurt you weaned.
From just a small child taught to walk,
The polio had crippled you,
Belittled by your Fathers words,
"Walk properly child." He cursed.
From never being cuddled,
Never feeling you were loved,
You walked around in limbo,
Holding on to anger, being snubbed.
Unfortunate, yet blessed with life,
Yourself became a Mother,
The births of four, yet eyes still sad,
The good could not replace the bad.
I understand the pain you held,
The pain that held you back in life,
The illness that could cause your death,
Couldn't compete with your father's wrath.
The years have passed and age is late,
The pain has mellowed now,
Negatives, with God you shared,
Your life again,
Completely spared.
Looking at lovely moment we understand life's attitude with smile and joy. When everything is shared with God, the pain does not last for long. By his grace his pain goes away. Mother's love and affection we remember. Good is always good. No replacement is necessary. An interesting poem is excellently penned...10
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rom never being cuddled, Never feeling you were loved, You walked around in limbo, Holding on to anger, being snubbed. From childhood onwards to feel that lovelessness and the consequent reaction.. which lingers in the heart life long. a very good poem. thought provoking. tony