You wept in your mother's arms <br />and I knew that from then on <br />I was to forget myself. <br /> <br /> <br />Listening to your sobs, <br />I was resolved against my will <br />to do well by us <br />and so I said, without thinking, <br />in great panic, To do wrong <br />in one's own judgment, <br />though others thrive by it, <br />is the right road to blessedness. <br />Not to submit to error <br />is in itself wrong <br />and pride. <br /> <br /> <br />Standing beside you, <br />I took an oath <br />to make your life simpler <br />by complicating mine <br />and what I always thought <br />would happen did: <br />I was lifted up in joy.<br /><br />David Ignatow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/listening-21/
