Walking up and down
The aisles of this place
Of serenity where we leave
Flowers or a stone to show
That we’ve been here
A tribute to love and respect
As I read the headstone
“My dearly beloved
Wife and mother”
I want to remember you
With reverence
But can’t remember
A kiss hug or feeling safe
I want to forgive but haven’t
Come far enough to figure
Out how without
Swallowing the wrath of
Pain and neglect
But time is no longer
A friend and there is so
Much to say
I will be judged by those
Who came from a place
Of love
They could not possibly
Understand the root
Of anger that started
In your womb
So why am I here
Mother dear
Judy Moskowitz’s poem about forgiveness sends a truth: it is really challenging to forgive the wounds left by unloving people. The pain is palpable in the poem and might take years to forgive. If it is done there can be relief. This poem is thoughtful and beautifully written!
Thank you for your thoughtful comment, Miriam.