I am lost in a body, a 'me' with no worth. I remain feeling angry, GOD let you give birth. <br />My mind is unquiet, though silent I stay... Ive accepted a fact that will not go away. <br />Though I've searched for the reasons, they're never quite clear.. under blackness of clouds that cant disappear. <br />I promised I'd not be the mother you were.. but the sickness you passed to me cant find a cure. <br />Looking over my years, quickly passing with age, the hole in my heart, now <br />replaced by my rage. <br />GOD granted a gift, that now looks just like me.. a beautiful soul, somehow meant to be. <br />Though mistakes I have made, that cannot be undone, it seems as if in your passing you've won. <br />My child somehow, given up on her life.. I'm now pleading with you, to rid me of strife. <br />I will take to my grave, the anquish I bear, though no fault but my own, you must know I cared. <br />For there is no blame, our cross we must bear.. unlike my own mother, I will always be there. <br />You see, I am human.. I have faults of my own, this life comes with punish, what is reaped then is sewn. <br />I must rid all my anger, for it does me no good.. I'll continue my journey, from where you 'once stood.'<br /><br />Christine Cicchino<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parental-mistakes-are-indeed-traits/
