Frances Macaulay Forde
Instinct - Poem by Frances Macaulay Forde
There's no place for love at this time in my life.
I envy those who achieve the balance of need.
Opportunities ignored in the interest of
safe-ness, flying toward my ability's
determined focus. Children gone in their own
living-dreams direction, their lessons learnt
and heeded. My job's complete. Is this my way
of avoiding the 'empty nest' syndrome? Gath'ring
materials for comfort as I settle to old age?
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