A Mother Dies
Her heart aches,
With the endless cycle,
Of feigned reciprocity.
Suckling babes,
Cutting teeth,
Feeding their self indulgence.
Justifying their sins,
With their mother's sacrifice.
Her face is Jesus.
Crying, hurting, bleeding.
Dying for the sins of her own,
When all she ever wanted,
Was peace.
Genevieve Wolfrum
May, 2010
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With the endless cycle,
Of feigned reciprocity.
Suckling babes,
Cutting teeth,
Feeding their self indulgence.
Justifying their sins,
With their mother's sacrifice.
Her face is Jesus.
Crying, hurting, bleeding.
Dying for the sins of her own,
When all she ever wanted,
Was peace.
Genevieve Wolfrum
May, 2010
All rights reserved
So true, we as mothers always carry our children on our shoulders, they hurt, we hurt, their pain is my pain. Funny I should read this today, as I was really worried about one of my own last night. Peace is so hard to find when you know your children are hurting or not where they want to be. Good write sister.
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Thanks for reading, sister! I have noticed a lot of mothers hurting lately- children do a lot of taking until it is their turn for their children to take it seems, kind of sad. But it inspired me to write this. I miss our mom, but I am so happy to have you!! I love you.
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