A MOTHER'S LAMENT

Yesterday you came to me with bruised knees.
I kissed them better --one for each,
And sent you on your way.

How simple it was then.

Today, you spoke to me of a broken heart...
And I could find the words to say,
To Mother all the hurt away.

Tomorrow, when you reach for me,
I must turn away...
Not for lack of words or care..
But --
What you ask of me...
I cannot give.

Better left in His hands dear,
--Not mine.

I can show you many things Son,
But I cannot teach you..
......how to be a man.

Victoria 1994