Father Finisher

I’m all broken up
Fractured where I have lost,
Cracked, threatening collapse,
By rejection, betrayal, the cost
Of losing my place as a mom,
As a matriarch, a valued wife
At the height of my gift
I was ejected from my life
And I live on the peripheral
Of the organism I grew
As a disparaged servant
And I’ve cried out to You

For remonstrance and restitution.

But then today, I heard the men
Solid and efficient
They’re more productive
Because they’re in better condition.
I can’t keep up, and if I can’t
Replace them then I can’t complain
It doesn’t matter what I’ve lost;
It matters what the kids may gain.
You don’t just see what’s been
You see generations to come
What is of the utmost importance
Is giving them the best chance to run

The race You set out before them.

I can’t provide for them
As well as the men,
And as long as I’m providing
I can’t cradle them again.
I’m spent, and I might not
Have much left to give
I think I’ve been wrong to teach
Them to live how I live
Tender is defenseless
In a world with no defenders
If they are better off without me
I surrender

I withdraw the case I filed.
Let them all tarry on,

But don’t let go of a single child.
Thank You for loving them.