She needed and dreamed of more,
But a woman’s life was set in stone;
Marriage was judged as better
For her
Than living some life of her own.
Her life filled with hard work
The raising of her children
Till they were grown;
Her youthful dreams faded,
Became about
Making them a good home.
But at the end of her days
Her children gathered to scatter her ashes;
Knowing how ‘mama’ wanted to roam,
They set her free to the winds at last
Never again to be set in stone.
Back then, that was regarded as the norm'. How ignorant society was and biased against the wishes and needs and rights of women. We live in a more equal society now, alas, to late for some. A sad poem, lovely written...and thankyou
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem, well stated. I could not have said it better. Read mine - Mother Dear, O Mother Dear - Adeline