IF ONLY I COULD:

If only I could cradle the babe I once was,

I´d sing her lullabies & tell her sweet dreams,

I´d warn of life´s pitfalls & change her useless planned schemes.

If only I could hold the hand of the child I once was,

I´d lead her through thorny thistles & into poppy clad woods,

I´d tell her forever & always that she is beautiful, wise & so good.

If only I could hug the young bride I once was,

I´d hold her tight & tell her intimate secrets of the wise & the old,

I´d tell her how to keep warm on those nights when promises turn cold.

If only I could touch the cheek of the mother I was,

I´d stand quietly behind her & tell her, “Now it´s your turn,”

I´d tell her that with every mistake made, she´d grow & she´d learn.

If only I could embrace the old Crone I´ve become,

I´d enfold her & tell her, “You´ve done a job, very well done,”

I´d then lift her with love & take her tenderly, back to the sun.