Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Dearest Heart You Are Blessed To Meet
Dearest heart you could ever hope to touch
Little boy who has already lost so unbelievably much
Dearest heart you are blessed to ever meet
Sweet soul, giving unconditionally to all whom he meet
Dearest heart you would wish your child to know
Friend forever in every way that kindness can simply show
Dearest heart a mother keeps open and filled with trust
Son so true the white light that shines from him is a must
Dearest heart a person could ever hope to even measure
Blessed boy so brave and true, he is such as earthly treasure
Dearest heart another can feel from near and beyond reach
Unconditional love that unto others he could surely teach
Dearest heart broken by many a fracture and early break
Mending fast due to my light that never dies or does forsake
Dearest heart so touched by by flowers and children fair
Opening as a sunrise that never sets and is always there
Dearest heart believing in the magic that it was told will never die
Promised by an amazing Mommy who' s own truth does not lie
Dearest heart feeling the pain of others injustices done unto him
Labelled by self-made monsters who project on senseless whim
Dearest heart knowing that happiness is all that will forever be real
Beating as gently as a beautiful Butterfly upon who's wings all need kneel.
How 'the sins of others' can keep awake the restless heart of a soul-crying Mother.
"Mommy, do you feel really tired? I do."
My blessed boy never says these telling words. Even when it is late.
He went to sleep really early, last night.
Totally emptied by what he shared, earlier in the evening, after my return from the gym. Something, that at the tender age of 14, he felt secure enough to deal with on his own.
On my way out to interview artists and to photograph a big art show at Telus Science World on Saturday night, my son heard himself being slandered by another single mom, as she spoke to her 7 year old son, of atrocious things no innocent boy would ever think to do.
Thoughtful HE - did not want to upset me, so he "dealt with it" on his own.
How must he feel?
Not just hearing libelous claims set against his 'amazing mommy', but that the little boy he has learned to love and who loves him, is being forced to stay away from him, because of sick accusations, put forth by a meandering mind, making mischief, because she has not yet and probably never will settle her own childhood war with her Daddy that she claims did sordid ill unto her.
No wonder people shut down and close up their heart!
Good thing I am exactly the MOTHER that even the above single mommy told me when she first met me, " I wished you had been my Mother," and " I wish you had mothered my son."
Is it ever too late?
All I can now do is write the wrongs by spilling my heart and somehow helping the hurt that never lies in my gut. Spilling over with someone elses treacherous words that mortally wounded my bravest baby.
Children do not know how to deal with what comes at them, by reacting with mindless chatter. What a young heart is able to do is feel. Sometimes, this may showcase its sacred self in a variety of telling ways.
I am glad I have created the safe space to grow into an emotionally mature being. Unafraid of noone and nothing. Not for long, anyway.
And, I shall wisely continue to do the sanest same for my bright and shining son who's glorious light shall never fade or burn out. Unlike the jaded burn-out's who consistently reveal their unconscious shadow side. Allowing the light of love continues to shine her blessings upon broken-hearted them.
With compassion and forgiveness,
I captured this captivating vision of my roller-blading reader, a mere and magical few days ago.
Just how utterly divine is this sweet and fearlessly loving face to look upon!