You were supposed to love me as I was…
but you were the source of my
original sadness.
A sin to be born here
and not to be
loved.
Like some unworthy thing
cast by mistake
into this world.
For a lifetime, I cried tears enough to drown.
Though I came to realize after many, many years…
that there are no mistakes
when it comes to what God makes.
The mistake was only yours,
and the sadness, too.
Georgia O'Keeffe, Light Coming on the Plains No. II
