The Other Side Of Mothers Mirror
I pray I am on the other side
Her habits, from them I hide even as a child
The glass it cut me
Still I am bleeding
On the other side
The cuts still hurt, no matter how old or new
How do you pick all the aplinters out?
If I could, where do I put them?
On the other side of mother's mirror
They hurt so bad today and yesterday too
Lord please help me forgive her
You are the only one who can
On the other side
These memories won't stay in the back of my mind
I can forgive, but, how do I forget?
I pray one day before I die
I will forgive and forget her
Before I get to the other side
I look behind the mirror
What do I find? Just tears, pain, and blood
Yes that is what I still find
On the other side
By Connie Hopkins