Sunny, sometimes is hard and I know how is to wonder what you are good for anymore. For years I was celebrated on both Father and Mother day and when I feel to give up I read what my child wrote to me.
"Happy Mother's Day 2006!
She feels melancholy
She has pain
That cannot be mended
With a band aid
But by a special treatment -
Love
As the mother gently extends a hand
Over the hand of her daughter
The warm, soft skin is felt as precious comfort
The worried mother is anxious because of her daughter's pain
The pain of once true emotions twisted and trashed with torment
From the disease -
Lack of love
Heartbreak comes over the mother
As she understands her mistakes
Or were her mistakes if there was no other way known
And yet the mistakes were grave nonetheless
The mother continues to heal her
Her hand out to her daughter's arm
Full with love and comfort
The treatment, the healing is having its effect
She knows that sincere love is the only medicine
And the mother realizes that she, herself, is the medicine, is the love
They remain there together
And look upon the rising moon
The mother whispers tenderly
"Oh my dearest daughter, I am truly sorry and I love you."