A personal note to you: I have a happier poem filled with bountiful love and will post it for you before long. The waters that sustain the poem below may sound bitter, but they are in fact deep and sorrowful and straining toward some welcoming sea. With all my heart, I wish you a life filled to overflowing with all good things. Dawn

I wished you a bridge and you crossed it,
then burned it while I stood upon it.
You turned, ran fast to your future, free.

I gave you a tie to tradition
but you let someone snip, snip, snip it,
became less and less present to me.

I tied up my dreams and released them
into your care, but you cut them loose
and told me to be gone from your life.

I laid bare my soul’s finest treasures
and welcomed you to feast; you breathed fire,
unleashed fury on my child and me

I offered forgiveness, asked mercy
of you for nameless harm I had done.
You answered with echoing silence.

What more can I possibly give you –
you want nothing and certainly have
it all figured out. But maybe this:

I’ll blow out this bright candle for you
and pray Spirit’s illumination
of the dark thoughts you nurture of me.