I had, inside, a bit that was ‘me’,
That responded to certain calls like a bird in the wild,
Or sensed things on the wind and ran in that direction.
One day, however, I made a choice,
And I walked into a castle, pulling up the drawbridge,
And there – in those four walls – I raised my child,
And ceased to exist.
Sometimes the wind blows, and sometimes the birds call,
But I am brave and turn my head away,
Looking instead at where I should be.
Oct. 2001
Being a parent is a sacrifice – we shut ourselves away within four walls for a few years and cease to exist whilst our children are very young.
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Comment by damsel
thats sad
Posted on: April 6th, 2011 at 4:32 am