Journey to Your Deepest Self

The Biggest Love

I wanted a child Because I was going to invent the Biggest love That had ever been Pure love Pure beauty I could be Mary (Ah! Ah!Ah!) And all the trying Soul searching Book reading Frustration, worrying Falling short, falling apart Hating myself Loving myself Losing and finding and losing Myself Again and again Was not about Raising my sons It was about Raising myself Parenting isn’t so much Something to do As it is Something to let go of Letting go: Letting go of the possibility that I raise a child At all That I parent At all That I do anything For, to or with anyone At all Ah! Here is the terror Of manifesting something Beyond my reach Beyond belief Mmm! Here is the grief Of losing something I never had (Aw! Aw! Aw!) My children are strangers to me They always have been My children are gone They always have been Because I can guess What flavor ice cream He’ll choose I think I know him Kinder to accept That I’ll be living closely With strangers For a few years Letting go of All my self All my love Over and over Because holding Kills the butterfly Oh! Here is freedom And here is love And now we fly...
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