Mother is more a savior

My son’s sin, I forgive, ignore or hide.
Sins he did to me dissolves in my eyes
At the sight of his growth and welfare.
I punish him not, nor want others to.

I have no grief that I was deserted
By my son on whom I had spun my hope.
I do have grief that who would be there
After my death, to nurse him when he weeps over the wrongs done to me, his mother.
10.0.2006