SWEET REMEDY

There is no pain
To match the one
Caused by a daughter
Or a son
Not the pain
Than came with birth
That was nothing
But on this earth
There is no misery
To endure
Comparable –there is no cure
Misunderstood -
By my own son
Or perhaps
My daughter is the one
Except that pain
Just fades away
Like a miracle the day
My son or daughter
Takes my hand
“I love you Mom -
I understand”

Lucille Falk Miller © March, 1988