You are the heart of my heart and yet I feel anger.
How can I bear my own sense of guilt? Of unremitting love? Of failing?
I do what I can - yet I am not the mother I hope to be.
Help me, Lord, I cry...help me be better than those who went before.
Give me the peace I seek. Give me the hope I pray for. Give me the kindness I never received.
This is our desire: That we be better than our parents..
I love you, dear child, forgive my mistakes....
and I will forgive your anger.
We are all that we have in this world. I love you. I know you love me. We will survive and we will florish.
I, who don't believe in God, will say Thank you for my life. Thank you for those I love. Thank you.