From a Mother to her Child

Fruit of my womb, formed from my flesh

I watch you destroy the very ground you came out of.

Scorched beyond recognition, previous beauty burnt away

Tormented by the hands of one of my youngest.

You know not what you do, but I still feel the malicious intent

Marred and disfigured I take in all the destruction.

I will use this as fuel, fuel to feed the fire of my rage

Which will one day be returned upon the one who stoked it.

Look at my pain, and see what true love is

I give you the fruits of my flesh without expectation of reciprocation.

Standing by, I take in all the pain you give

Hoping for the day that you will learn to love me right.