Contemplating Life

Parents and Children

Your whole life you search for the perfect love, The rib out of Adam the perfect reflection of yourself, Your soul mate. You try to be comtemplative and honest, open with yourself as you peer into the mirror of life wondering if you made the right decisions if you balanced what you learned from your own childhood no matter how painfull it may have been.

 Have you hidden your pain away enough so no-one could see into the darkenss that is your soul? Was the smile you pasted on enough? Or did your children peer through the dark night of your soul?  to see through to you?

What did they see? You reflected in darkness? In hate? Or part of themselves peering back through? Did it scare them? awaken them? Was the truth to much for them or did they embrace it even though they cried from the pain your lessons and theirs?

Do they realize they are a perfect creation of of you? Do YOU realize this as well?  without judgement or hate. Only then are you free to soar above the clouds and stars above creation itself.  Do they reject that knowledge as a lie? Or embrace it as truth,?

Do they ever realize how much you love them how much you would sacrfice? Or do we in vain just take and take make them sacrifice for our own goals a destiny we could not quit achive? Is the answers to come later in life when we are old and dying will it take that long for them to understand to embrace and love their own families? 

Children  realize the dream,  each generation is better and more self reliant. Will having their own children  carrie on the legacy? is it enough? The next in line, the new that evolves and calls us old. Our own spirit reflected in grace and irritation in which we take heart as it breaks our heart. Will they embrace us or revile us? Will our daughters be they given or taken by our sons embrace us or blame us, Will they hear our hearts and voice and take care of us as we diminish? Or will they our own children and their wives and children lock us away without faith or keys to freedom until we melt away until only a speck of dust is left,  as memory will they to fade with with no hope for our lineage and furtue.

Reviews

[Chistie]

As a mother I only hope for the best for my children and I pray that they learn from my mistakes and have a better life than i did.
Very well spoken. Good job