A special poem about forgiveness of someone lost to this world. |
-Requited Suffrage- by Keaton Foster For you These words Absolute truth A tiny prayer Of kindness And clarity The duality of us Will be spared Placed upon a shelf Set out of reach Allowing me to forget If only for a moment All that you did Back when I Was your precious kid I have come to forgive Come to let you go Into death’s deep hole God above has you now What remains beneath Is all that you use to be No longer impossible you seem I can finally breathe I am ready to make peace I am here to set you truly free But be assured That such requited suffrage Is more for me than you I need to find my own peace My own balance in a world That for all of my life Has been nothing but in shambles I need to let you go So that I can move on When you were alive The distance between us thrived Now that you are dead I am here within a few steps A solemn closeness That you and I once shared Has somehow returned This tiny prayer if for you When I’m done Never again will I stand here Under any moon or sun Under any equal sky shared I will be free to move on And so will you be Mother of this life Person who bred me every right I forgive you for all that was done I hold no anger in my heart You did what you could And sadly what you felt you must The price of such decisions Were once shared by us both No longer is that the case You are free of such weight I will carry any load that remains I will face this place most alone Seemingly your death Has changed nothing Except for one important thing That for many years was overlooked Excused or deemed impossible Our ability to come back together To find an end and forgiveness Between us, mother to son For you These words Absolute truth A tiny prayer Of kindness And clarity I am sure That you can hear me I know that you understand In Heaven we will again Be as we were and not as we became I forgive you just as I forgive myself May God have mercy on your soul As well as mine Rest in peace mother of this life Your pain is done Your mistakes forgiven God has you now In his hands you will find relief For a time I will remain In this world without you I will find a way to be Never again will I hold Another bad feeling in my heart For you, with regard to us… Requited Suffrage Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |