My Heart Is like a Symphony

A poem, never sent, from a mother to a child whom she was forced to surrender: My heart is like a symphony That sings of only pain. Of all that makes a life worthwhile, Only you remain. Only in the thought of you Safe and cared for well Can I find happiness within My self-inflicted hell. Only in my love for you Is there sufficient grace For me to want to live at all In this forsaken place. Ah, God! Were life not beautiful And love not full of light, I could, perhaps, embrace the rage Of an embittered night. But as it is, I cannot help But hope for what might be: