Life cycle


I wonder what my mother felt
As I played,
And grew,
And thought.
I’m sure I meant the world to her
As I played,
And grew,
And thought.

I moved along and hurt and died
And didn’t have the skills
I didn’t know that adult life
Continued with those things
I didn’t mean the world to me
With no playing,
Growth,
Or thought

My children, gifts, the world to me
I watched them grow and play
But I had no skills to help them through
And show them how to be

My children were the world to me
As they played,
And grew,
And thought.
I played along and loved that time
As they played,
And grew,
And thought.
But I didn’t mean the world to me
So I stumbled by default

My children were the world to me
As they played,
And grew,
And thought.
But I always drank to dull the pain
Of feelings that life brought

My children were the world to me
Their world an unhealthy sham
Still they played,
And grew,
And thought,
With small fingers in the dam

My children were the world to me
But still it was no good
With stunted growth I could not care
As they played,
And grew,
And thought.

So how to find the nurture
That I so badly need?
I found my God and knelt and prayed
With God I can succeed
My children mean the world to me
Recovery has begun
I face the light
And start to learn
To play,
And grow,
And think.

My children, gifts, the world to me
Are with me on my path
My children, who mean the world to me
Teach ME play,
And growth,
And thought.

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