The years slipped by
My babies became men with lives of their own
My job was done.
The years slipped by
Swallowed up by loneliness, drowning in despair...
My truth was beheld.
I was a woman without an identity
Known only as somebody's mother, somebody's wife
Still the years slipped by and then,
I awakened one day, tired of the image I carried.
It was heavy. It could not hold any more praise.
Could I allow one more moment to pass?
I walked out the door never to turn back.
I was tired of being a woman of virtue.
Copyright 2009 Julie Reda


Comments: 7
Thank you, Putul.
There is much in life to share and grow with still.
It was as if it was for me !! May God bless you and be with you
my dear sister and friend. I love your new icon, simply stunning !!
Hugs n Love, Barbie