Forgive Me
just a child
entrusted to my care
just a child
crying "why weren't you there?
oh, sweet one
how can you ask this of me?
my sweet little one
I was blinded and could not see
a busy young mother
called by many different names
a "too" busy young mother
sadly unaware of his games
I did not know - could not see
how can you not help but to blame me?
for you were . . . .
just a child
entrusted to my care
just a child
crying now "why weren't you there?"
know this . . . .
always, my child
I long to wipe away your tears
always, my child
I would make your sadness disappear
can you forgive me?
I fear I cannot forgive myself
learn from my mistake -
be ever watchful over your own children
so you will never hear this same cry
why?
why?
why?
forgive me,
--Mom
05/19/98
Barbara Waters
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