Little Soul

Mother pushed life, an inch from death Ironically the life she gave was riddled with dis-ease Society frowned, how could you bestow this, on an innocent child Sentenced it to torment, its whole existence Mother, as dis-eased, riddled with guilt I am not worthy, no empathy bestowed upon me An innocent woman, Sentenced to hatred, her whole existence Humanity teaches, poor child You are a victim Humanity fears, feels powerless to the condition No help, not in the way it could contribute, to the little soul Self-responsibility teaches, it’s your creation It’s your own fault Self-responsibility separates itself, blames No help, not in the way it could contribute, to the little soul Holism introduced itself You are brave, such a difficult task you have accepted How may I serve you? Let me love you, remind you of who you are Help offered, contributing to the little soul Ilse Stols 27-09-2006