A Mother's Worry

Oh for others to see the poise this gentle creature holds.
Pain she’s known and gloriously escaped by no will of her own.
Will she see what the loves encompassed suffered?
Will she know what love for her has tarnished?
Will she fear the love that sought her pain?
Will she care to jest at past mistakes?
Will she distinguish this my aching heart for the pain I pray I never know?
For she, my child, is the epitome of past mistakes turn for the better.
She’s the answer to my discord and my throbbing convictions,
And she’s the face I see when the troubles of my life turn to tragedy.