A Mother:
Response
and the ability
to carry
a heavy load.
~ ~ ~
Fifty isn't old.
It's really just a number.
How did I get here?
I really don't remember
saying goodbye to so many.
I'm scared
that once I break it,
like the dollar note,
the years will disappear.
~ ~ ~
I stand
as life buffets me,
challenging my right
to live with contentment
and achieve my dreams at last
~ ~ ~
Will people remember
the things I've done
~ or what I do now?
NOTE: These poems and others appear on my page:
www.mmbpublishing.com/MothersDayPoems.html
Frances Macaulay Forde