Poetry

I haven't written a lot lately. This isn't much, but it's a stab at it. This isn't much and I know I will rewrite this about a dozen or so times before I am happy - that's the job of a writer - to rewrite. Needless to say the muscles need to be stretched. Here's the warmup.

Mother

Mother did you miss
your true passions
Mother did you miss
a better life

You traded yourself
Early confinement..
Lifelong dedication..

Picket fences rotted
Happy marriage now empty

Bright eyes now vacant
Dreams dissolved

Can your regain yourself?
Do you know yourself?

Angry, bitter, tired, weary.
Was it worth it?
Will it matter in the end?
Was it all lost?
Is family the price you paid?