Wounded Heart Poem by James L. A. Huetson

Wounded Heart



A mother’s wounds begin with her dreams.
So often they begin with her mother it seems.
She may dream of being exactly the same.
Or her dearest wish may be that she gains fame.
On the other hand she could have a beautiful wedding
Attended by those for whom she would be everything.

In all situations something happened to disappoint.
Was it her fault that nothing matched up to her intent?
Those who should have been her best advocators
Were the first to point out every one of her errors.
There would be a second chance for their good opinion,
When she gave birth to and properly raised her children.

The children came and were given to her to love.
She gave her all to serve the Giver from above.
The Giver and everyone who observed her goodness,
Knew she would always give more and never less.
So the Giver gave her the greater challenges.
He had confidence that she would give her best.

Her very worst critic and judge lived within.
No matter how hard she tried it declared it a sin.
She continually searched but never could find,
The bliss of perfect serenity and peace of mind.
She needed to understand that she had fulfilled her part
In order for the Giver to heal her wounded heart.

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