Tribe Poem by Lilyann Monahan

I finally have no urge for dark, dismal, despair.
I have instead a fight in me, and the urge to do my hair.
Wanting to look pretty, has an appeal on its own,
being with my kids, even though they are nearly grown.
That medicine must be working, because I call mostly every day,
and need to see them smile, as the way.
I love these kids with such a passion,
my heart cannot describe,
the feelings that they give my heart,
the three are my little tribe.