Let not the tears flow out <br />keep them safely within <br />to wash away the wound <br />so fresh and painful <br />Festering deep within you <br />All the more bruising <br />as the stab was very sudden <br />and ever so unexpected. <br /> <br />Your own child, a slice of your soul, <br />has left you forlong and taken a toll <br />of your life support and you bleed <br />with the deadly impact of an injury <br />given without a weapon. <br />Just a few words, harshly spoken, <br />Shake your world, now totally broken. <br />But why? You were the instrument <br />to give birth to a new human spirit <br />you were the agency to provide <br />free board and lodging <br />till the traveler was ready to stay <br /> <br />Now he has decided he has found his way; <br />The tiny bird has grown <br />it will try out its own <br />the strength of its feathers and wings; <br />So, though you’re hurt, let him go, because <br />this is life’s usual course.<br /><br />Ria Rose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/advice-to-a-hurt-mother/
