A tear slides gently down her cheek
Leaving a trail to mark its path,
Giving notice of her heart
Remembering years gone by.
She was a daughter
Born into a world full of hate,
Left alone to grow
Into a woman full of love.
Sister to three brothers
Allowing her to be herself,
Giving her room to bloom
Protecting her from harm.
A wife who was loved
Before it was taken from her,
Teaching her an injured heart
Will heal with time.
She is a mother
Full of undying love for her sons,
Support, Pride, and Encouragement
For what they have become.
She is grown now
Having survived half a century,
Living to the fullest
Loving and being loved.
Pat Sinclair 2010
Who I Am!
Reading and Writing
Hope for the future.
Thank You
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3 comments:
This poem is a present to myself for my 50th birthday. I hope you all enjoy.
This poem turned out to be so true. I spent most of the day crying due to family issues. I wish I had spent the day with my sons and left out the extended family. I am enjoying being 50 though and did enjoy part of the day.
BEAUTIFUL
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