Permission to Forgive
This is for you
the mother who lied,
who cradled a glass
Instead of your child.
You ask me to forgive
for the life, you let pass by,
a life of mere existence
for a child who didn’t cry.
Did you ignore?
Or perhaps not care
if she woke in the dark
to find you not there.
A lonely child
with a silent voice,
to care for you
her only choice.
No words of love
No warm embrace,
an empty heart
and a tear stained face.
You ask me to forgive
that I cannot do;
I won’t betray the child
or dismiss what she went through.
You have always had my heart
it didn’t fully break;
forgive yourself the past
and a future we might make.
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