Set In Stone Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

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.