Mother's Day Suite Poem by Frances Macaulay Forde

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?



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