Look at me

Look at my face

Those eyes you see

shine bright

that heart beneath

throbs with light;

You deem to know the way I think;

you think and think

but know nothing;

My mother bestowed her love

upon my heart,

instilled it deep in my soul

from the very start;

Her wisdom fills my existence

her empathy, joy, and persistence

are all that I am and will be;

who are you to judge me?

If you are lonely or in despair,

this agony we could together share;

If you are grieving with utter pain,

do not scorn me with your disdain;

I am exempt from your false claim,

and I refuse to take the blame.

July 11, 2018