I’ve begun writing with yet another group of powerful women. Our theme is Mothers and Daughters, and while I was pondering my first submission to the group, this little ditty sprang into my head before I settled down to compose my ‘real’ piece. Thought to share it with you all here, in the light spirit of the summer season. ~ Aloha, Bela
For times I did not make it clear,
you’re foremost in my life;
remember well I spoke my love
amidst the stress and strife.
I cannot change what happened then,
though wish, I often do –
young mothers cannot grasp that which
their parents proved untrue.
I know how children learn,
for now I see it in their eyes –
observing trumps words every time,
the young, they are so wise!
Forgive all this, my daughters dear,
your lives mean more to me
than a hundred years more
were it granted me now;
for without you,
how could I be free?