Oh,

here you go.

It's nothing more

Than my failure

On a platter

With a side

of my

Heart.

They say all

women know

how to mother

but where

Are the ones

who keep doing it

Wrong, not for the lack

of trying

But for the want

Of trying too hard?

It's when You remind me

This little race isn't

Mine to be won,

But to be nurtured

And prayed for

As her little soul

Is sent deep

Within ocean and wave

And all the places

My hands can't touch

But Yours have made.