Mother To Child
by Carol Lynn Pearson
Look --
Your little fist
Fits mine
Like the pit
In a plum.
One day
And one size,
These two hands will
Clasp companionably.
Help me, child
Forgive me
When I fail you.
I'm your mother,
True,
But in the end
Merely an older equal
Doing her faltering best
For a dear
Small friend.
5 comments:
I love that poem. It is so true, we all try to do our best, sometimes we just get lost on the way.
Doing her faltering best
For a dear
Small friend.
Love that!!
That poem makes me cry every time I read it. "Faltering best" is such a good way to describe how every mother feels about the job they are doing. Happy early Mother's Day to you, Eliza!
Carol Lynn has such an apt way of putting things - simple but true.
never heard that before. love it, and a little sad too! Hope you had a great mother's day!
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