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memories and wishful thinking

April 1, 2011

this room echoes with only memories to warm my soul
my son is tucked in bed, lost to dreams
my parents are in their cave, winding down the day
here I sit, alone with only the ticking clock for company
my mind replays the laughter of the day
wishing for another voice to fill the silence
my heart is heavy with unrealized wishes
I taste tears on the back of my tongue
tears of disappointment that I refuse to shed
friends that are really only acquaintances
family members who find me too strange
none willing or interested in spending time with me
I fear becoming a mother whose life is her child
what option do I have when others do not care
child, husband, parents…is this enough?
it very may well have to be
for beyond them I only see
memories and wishful thinking

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