My son’s sin, I forgive,
ignore or hide.
Sins he did to me dissolves
in my eyes
At the sight of his growth
and welfare.
I punish him not, nor want
others to.
I have no grief that I was
deserted
By my son on whom I had spun
my hope.
I do have grief that who
would be there
After my death, to nurse him
when he weeps
Over the wrongs done to me, his mother.
10.09.2006
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