You Take Me To Your Pain (recently edited)

You take me to your pain

I really don't want to gain

Feelings about this struggle;

For I know I'll muddle

Through the darkness

of each motherhood weakness.

I don't want to look at empty rooms

For I dread the night that looms

When my love will be echoes

Thrown away with old shoes.

As a mother your life was an oblation

Selfishness was not a sensation

That guided your days

And shaped your prayers.

But you take me to your pain

And I know it is inane

To grieve for what I've longed for

To weep for what I've hoped for.

Not home, not yet, the road less travelled

we've travelled.

The abruptness of its ending

So suddenly descending

Upon bleeding arms so empty

Upon a freedom that is not free.

We proudly wore our motherhood days;

We responded to our call with no delays.

It was what our hearts had longed for

And yet now we cry, "Is there more?"

You take me to your pain

These problems - not mundane;

We're together on this journey;

He promises not to flee

From us. We walk not alone, then or now -

Let's receive what He'll allow

With a prayer, let us bow.