The Courage

Oh that I had the courage of my mom
but I can only catch a glimpse of it
like a peeping Tom.
Where did it come from, that conviction she had
that only the good would surface, never the bad?
She said to me once Be satisfied.'
That kind of thinking to me 's been denied.
It's hard to be satisfied with what's your lot.
Seems we want more than what we've got.

I've been granted more than my share
but still have the feeling that it's unfair
that she had the courage that I'm without.
She had the sureness and I the doubt.
Well none of us can replicate another,
especially the courage of one like my mother.
So I must content myself with this thought.
To find courage it must be sought.
So I search for it on everyday
and pray that it will come my way.
Then I know I'll 'be satisfied.'

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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