back in time we get lost
Patterns are formed and distorted memories are stored
These past remembrances direct our lives, and we lose our essence
That divine spark that we came in with at birth, dims and fades
Creating veils of illusion in our psyche to keep secret our pain
Hiding behind the illusory masks we wear to bury our silent screams
Vacant stares into lifeís mirror, afraid and unable to see the images
some point, we commence to live and recreate those memories as fact
Emulating the expectations, the beliefs of our parents and society
We repeat those unhealthy patterns, and mouth their innuendoes
Legacies built on fear, worthlessness, abandonment, rage, and rejection
Monuments erected and dedicated to the entrapment of the human soul
Mirroring their fears, we begin to pass them on to our own loving children
For the times you needed me and I was not there
. . . . forgive me
being able to express my love, to hug or hold you
For the times you felt I abandoned or rejected you .
For not listening, hearing or understanding your
For being too busy with my stuff and not honoring
. . forgive me
For the silent tears you shed that I was never able
to wipe. .
For the loudness and inner anger of my own injured
. .forgive me
For being the child when you needed a mother to hold
For denying your lifestyle, wanting yours to fit in
with mine .
For expectations or demands of you that were too
For the times I have
injured you by thought, word or deed .
For being caught up
in my own fears and not seeing yours .
. forgive me
For secrets kept behind closed
doors and not sharing them .
For lies meant to shield you, when they were my shields
For comparing you to another,
not valuing your uniqueness . forgive me
For not setting good
examples, or healthy guidelines for you
. forgive me
of my heart, know that I love you wholly and unconditionally
The totality of love and tremendous joy
I experienced when first I held you in my arms
Sealed you in my heart forever,
I was overwhelmed and awed by your perfection
I was grateful to God for you then,
am grateful to God for you now
rocked you and sang to you the love songs of a parent
This poem is once again my love song to you
Forgive me . . . . for there is no need to carry my burdens any
yourself . . . . . Create, sing and dance your own lifeís song
Then I can free and forgive
myself . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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