A Mother

From the womb she nurtures
It’s an instinct that she cannot shake
Her love is like no other
The care that she has will even make you ache.

Your life becomes her eternal issue
Almost a heinous curse
Your good will she tries to pursue
All for the cost of her own sanity

This connection is so intense
It nearly consumes her
Though physically separated at birth
You can sense it no matter where you are on this earth

As you mature in age
The distance between you increases
You develop your own wisdom
The communication almost ceases.

She feels betrayed
As if you have forgotten
The morals that have been laid
A guilt and sense of responsibility have her laden

Burdened with anger and remorse
She worries for your soul
Because of your life’s course
As a mother, she longs to protect you from the rising storm.

She lives through you, her child
Hoping that you won’t run wild
Conforming to the world’s immorality
Building a false sense of immortality

She cries and prays for your well being
But it is in vain
It has no meaning
Because from the horns you abstain

The horns of the altar
She urges you to hurry there
Begs you to repent
Free yourself from Satan’s snare

You have been there way too long
Discovered comfort within
Addicted to wrong
The easy life only leads to a most dismal end