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A Poem for Parents

The truth is, I haven’t a clue.

I’m making it up as I go along.

We all do that right?

Drift through life, hoping to do

no harm to ourselves or others.

Even as a mother I had to feel my way

through the first eighteen years.

And yes, mistakes were made

some things were said that

I wish I could take back now but

that time has passed and I’m learning

to let go, to live in the moment

one dust filled second at a time and

what comes out of all this is that

nothing is mine, yours or his.

We borrow love in the time we have

but all love flows back to the universe

like the sunlit particles we see in the air.

Perfectly formed worlds of their own.

Maybe this really is, where all love comes from.