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.