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 Beloved
I was once the beloved, but now I am scorned...
My heart was once treasured, now it's tattered and torn.
My children are drifting further away...
Like the moon through the clouds on a cold winter day.
When they were just babies, I remember their cries,
The way that they smiled, the stars in their eyes...
But now when I try to reach out to their souls,
My hand is pushed backward, there is nothing to hold.
I hope that someday they will turn back to me,
I hope they still love me,still need me to be...
Their Mother, their Mentor, their Helper, and Friend,
Oh when will this difficult transition end?
The tears that stream forth from my weeping eyes,
Are as abundant as raindrops in October skies...
I will always forgive them, I will always be here...
waiting, and hoping, that my boys will draw near,
to laugh, and to listen, to tell me their dreams...
and stop all the fighting, and banish the screams.

Ramona Gibson




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