when she looks in the mirror
I want her to KNOW herself
but how can she know herself
If she doesn't know where her face came from?
I am realizing that my past
isn't really my past
it is still right now
It is like putting something away
you can brush it under a rug
hide it in a closet
put it on top of the fridge
then one day
when your not looking for it
not even ready to find it
you stumble on to it
there your past is revealed
therefor makes it present again
there is no such thing as ex-children
they are always your children
I don't care what papers you can show me
In my heart
I am still her mother
wherever she is....
she will find me.....
until that day
when a star shoots over the black sky, I have one wish
over a birth day lit with candles, still I have one wish
to puff away a fallen eye lash, I only have one wish
there is only one thing on my mind when I blow on a wishing flower.....
I wish for Emily......
2 comments:
by you deleting my comment proves that I was right......
Actually you are extremely wrong about my situation...I just didn't feel the need to defend myself to someone who comments my blog in that manner, especially anonymously. But I forgive your hatred and I pray you find peace in this world. Do not assume that every case is like the one that you experienced. I am not here to argue with you. I posted all the information I wanted to share on this topic. Had you asked me an intelligent question, perhaps I would have dialogged with you about this. But indeed that was not the case.
Moving on.....
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