A mother,
A heart,
A weapon.
Befallen in her lap;
The greatest joy.
A growing being,
Able of destruction,
Able of peace.
A guidance one must bring,
Bringing all the wisdom
Of light into the
Small heart of the unlearned.
Let the small one
Forget,
Let her seize,
Let her learn from her mistakes,
Not yours.
Growing and growing,
Bringing and giving more,
For the heart of a mother is
Eternal.
Pain this mid-size heart will suggest,
Accept none,
Accept confusion,
Confusion that lies in her
Blinded heart.

Lead the way,
Lead toward the brightest
White.
Into eternal bliss.
Not to forget, for only
A child forgets,
That she grows blind.
Let the ripened heart
Take childhood's blindfold off,
Let her find her own way,
For now the world is clearly seen.
Love, love, and more love
Will satisfy her,
For that's what's left to give.
You are old, she is older,
For she'll endure the
Life of another as you have.
As long as you have taught her
Peace,
The cycle of life
Will cease destruction.