One day you will see in her eyes-
The pain of disappointment.
The struggle for significance…
A lovely girl wounded and broken.
Who you raised to be loved and valued.
On that day I pray –
That you will have wisdom imparted
From the one above who knows all things.
And that he be able to impart
The diffusing agent you need
To remedy your heart from
All things that turn acid and putrid
If they’re left unforgiven –
Then you will know you’re real.