The pain of love - Rita Byrne - 9 March 2002greenspun.com : LUSENET : Experience into Words : One Thread
She watches with longing eyes / his listless body lying there / lacking any loving glance.
She hears his murmurs, / his moans, his muted mouthings. / Maybe someday, he will come to understand.
She speaks softly, Sean, can you see me. / Can you smell my scent? / How I wish you could say, or sing your song.
She ponders wistfully, am I wasting my time / wondering will he one day recognise me, / or even wave his hand?
Wisdom within, whispers gently, yes. / One day he will recognise you, / and walk with wonder, and hold your hand.
-----A mother as she gazes at her brain-damaged son. -----God the Father, as he gazes at his son, born a human.
-- Anonymous, March 09, 2002
Rita, Thank you for The Pain of Love. That pain has been mine too in different ways. I can feel it as I read your words. Anne Marie Lee.
-- Anonymous, March 10, 2002