Contact us at: whispernthunder1@gmail.comA Mother’s Quiet Voice
~ Mel Gotwalt
Oh, my dear daughter, day after day I
hold hope you are safe. I beat myself
down, wondering how I failed to teach
you to not become prey. Was my
outlook too bright? How was I not
focused towards the dark shadows
moving in the distance?
I taught you to be strong but also to
be kind. Perhaps the teaching on
kindness was too strong. I hold great
sorrow as I suspect your compassion has cost you dearly. I so wanted to raise you with a kind and gentle heart. How did your predator not see the beauty that you hold so fully within you.
I wonder, what did his mother teach him? How does one grow up to be able to crush a fresh and fragment flower with such disregard. I wonder, do the mothers know what their child has done? Can we find better ways to share so no more dark intentions take action against our daughters?
Oh, my dear daughter. I hope you have found a safe hidden spot. My heart sends love to you and rises to the Creator to hold you ever in safety. Let the wind carry my voice reminding you that you are strong, that you are loved, and that this home remains ever open and secure for you.