Love, Mother

From your dreams,

to your nightmares,

from your smiles,

to your tears.

 I catch you when you fall, and I chase away your fears.

I’m up all night with worry, as your independence grows.

I hope I’ve showed you enough kindness, and that all your goodness shows.

 I will never forget the things that happened to shape your little smiles.

Nothing could keep us apart not even a million miles.

So my three children, I ask of you, always love each other as I do you.

                                                            

Judgement

The hopelessness in my heart draws a vivid picture.

Souls of the wicked grow more commonly then the tears they create.

To obsess about the virtues of the unforgivable,

Is to become as they will you to be, as if a contracted illness.

To do as you will, to except the failures of others,

Is to free yourself of the pain they have laid before you.

You are of your own creed.