R.I.P.

I wrote this for my friend, who is going for one of the most painful times in her life...

My name is unknown

I don't have a tomb

I lived for 3 months

In my mother's womb

I wish I had seen

My mom's beautiful face

The tears in her eyes

And her loving gaze

But sadly I died

With no chance at all

Not one last breath left

I'll never grow tall

I'll never be seeing

The things made for me

All that I'd miss

All that I'd be

I know that it hurts

All those around

To never know me

Not making a sound

I'll show you my love

By telling you I

Am with God now

Please don't say goodbye

You'll see me someday

In the far distant future

The time will be worth it

I'll be waiting for sure

R.I.P. little one. Your mother loves you, for the short time you were with her.

♥

A few words of wisdom...

I don’t hold grudges. People ask my why I apologize for things that aren’t my fault, or why I forgive those who “don’t deserve to be forgiven”. Should I be without any friends because no one lives up to my standards? Or should it be because no one is as great and perfect as I?

Holding grudges is all a matter of ego. To hold a grudge is to think that you are better in some way than the person the grudge is against. Yes, in that particular matter, you might’ve done something better than them; you might’ve even taken the fall for something they did. But honestly, everyone has done something to warrant another person being upset with them. Anyone in their right mind wouldn’t like someone ignoring them or bringing up a past mistake of their’s, and anyone would prefer for it not to be done to them, but then they go and do it to someone else. People are hypocrites. I don’t want to be one of those hypocrites, so I don’t hold grudges, no matter what happened to upset me. I’d rather have imperfect friends than none at all.