Wednesday, May 18, 2011

How do you measure a year?

So many things have happened
love
hate
break-up
bills
kids
growing up
the sun came up
the stars shone
the grass grew
I never thought I could survive
without my mother
on this earth
and even though we didn't get along
mostly
she was still my mother.
As the cliche says,
life goes on.


(Poem inspired by the song, Seasons of Love.)

1 comment:

  1. This was so very well written. You conveyed it all, feeling, truth, the reality.

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