Forgive me for all that I am
Origami Star
This evening presented me with a ghost from yesterday
Or maybe a gracious spirit just sent to ease my soul.
She was so kind and gentle,
Smiling so perfectly when I said something silly.
I knew her, I know I did...
She taught me about myself,
Her expression, so quiet and meek
And I saw in her eyes...
And I hate all the things that will come upon her in the night
Things that will make her cry, evils that will break her heart
And I was as helpless as my mind
Showed me scene after scene... I can help...
Please let me help the one I love!
But I was shackled, bound by the weakness of my soul.
She, so young and full of hope and promise,
I saw that same young face, yet set
With eyes so lonely... eyes a-flood with pain...
But she forgave me for all that I am.
So maternal, so celestial,
And she left me an origami star.
So I sat alone in the back room
And cried until I loathed myself...
Brent Henry
Twilight Musings
International Library of Poetry, 2005
It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
