Emerging from the darkness, It’s true life must go on,
I dare to take a deep breath to count my worries gone.
Always will I love her she’ll always be with me
always I’ll remember, how misunderstood was she.
The child of this mother, I know her oh so well,
For I am so much like her, her sufferings I’ll tell.
Living in the darkness, seeing no way to the light,
accepting that this darkness , must be her only sight.
So afraid of being wrong she lived on in misery, and once the dye was cast
that’s what it was to be.
Oh how I tried to tell her life can not be explained
that we must face tomorrow in spite of bitterness and pain.
I failed also; there’s wrong I must endure, but I know I am forgiven
that alone makes me secure.
The scattering of good times, beneath her cloud of doubt
will be what I remember that her life was about.
She never really lived, in freedom from her thoughts
They alone kept her imprisoned , they alone the darkness wrought.
So I will take this lesson, my mom so sadly taught.
I will not be imprisoned by the darkly thoughts.
I may make mistakes and sometimes I’ll be wrong, but I won’t let the darkness remain in me too long.
I will seek forgiveness,direction, and the light,
so some day they will say, she fought the good fight.
By Meredith J Weir
11/18/126 a.m.
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